A tin's testament
Once the delectable biscuits from a novel tin were consumed, they're engaged for experience and experiments.
As a toddler drum; next, a creative case for colors, paints, pens, inks.
A treasure for midnight stolen snacks, pennies to pictures and letters. Later, storage for leftover treats for children.
Decades after feeding mouths and hands stretched, leaning on slowing time to use it as a sewing kit. Moreover, hoarding the smiles of grandchildren in pictures to rehearse the memories of those sunshine filled days until next.
Now the tin cries, muffling owner's scent while the kin chokes with emotions.
An echoing remainder.
- Category: General / Misc
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VerityAlways 3 months ago
Thanks, Sarah
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VerityAlways 3 months ago
Thanks, Christopher. Inspired by your "Dash between the dates" drabble
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Neville Hunt 3 months ago
This is lovely, Verity. The metamorphosis of a biscuit tin; it’s seen a lot more than biscuits. I have one currently home to my Christmas cake 2021, the one I had nobody to share it with. But I don’t feel sorry for it... it’s got so much booze in it, which, combined with the sugar should keep it fresh until Christmas 2022! (Just as well I hadn’t iced it though.)... unless we get tempted in the meantime...🤔
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VerityAlways 3 months ago
Thank you Richard.
Thank you Neville, I don't think your lovely cake needs icing. Could you send some over to
Hungry Mouth,
Bottomless Pit,
Gluttony-101 .
Desserts always get me drooling!! -
VerityAlways 3 months ago
Thank you, Jeff.
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Jamie Clapperton 3 months ago
Enjoyed this so much Verity. So much hinted story in a tin. :-)
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VerityAlways 3 months ago
Thank you, Jamie. Much appreciated thoughts
