Box of Memories

Esther looked about her room frantically. She knew that she had left it somewhere, but it was just hard to remember where exactly it was. Standing at the entrance of her room, David looked on bemusedly.

``What are you looking for so frantically?'' He asked, a grin on his face, his arms crossed in front of him as he leaned on the door frame casually.

``My box of memories!'' Esther replied, not even attempting to look at him. She ducked beneath the bed and started to look around, grunting in disappointment when she realised she couldn't see anything under all that darkness. ``Can you hand me the torchlight please?''

David uncrossed his arms and stood upright, grabbing the emergency flash light that was held magnetically behind the door frame that he was just resting on. Walking forward and stepping carefully to avoid trampling on the increasing mess of the floor, he squat down and handed Esther the torchlight.

``And why are you looking for this `box of memories' now? You've never seemed to have talked about it before.''

``Well,'' Esther began as she switched on the torchlight and aimed its powerful beam into the darkness beneath her bed. ``I've just received a text message from Amanda that Alex had just passed away.''

``Oh? Her husband, your ex---that's mildly discomforting,'' David said, his face less easy-going. Talk involving Alex was never an easy subject between the two of them. It wasn't that David was the jealous sort, it was just that Alex and Esther had gone out for a very long time before he suddenly dumped her and went out with Amanda, while she, in what seemed like a fit of spite at that point, seduced David and made him her beau. Time had changed that spiteful union into something more meaningful, but realising that her initial attraction to him was from a completely selfish reason not borne out of true love had always been a sore point for what David could have called the best relationship that he had in a long while. ``If Alex had passed away, why the heck do you need your `box of memories' for? Please don't tell me you've been carrying a torch for him all these years?''

``Oh don't be silly!'' Esther said. ``As if I'd waste my time pining over what is gone---I know I like Gone With The Wind, but I'm no Scarlett O'Hara! I need to find my box of memories because I need to get some of the momentos that Alex had given me before to bring to the wake to be buried with him.''

``You kept momentos from... that man?'' David said, his eyes wide open and temperament not as easy going as before.

``Well, they were pretty. But I've not touched them in years. That's why I'm still trying to look for that damnable box. Have a little faith in your own wife, David. I'm really not as flighty as you think.''

The light finally hit upon a pink coloured cardboard hat box.

``Ah ha! Found you!'' Esther shouted in triumph as she lay as flat as she could on the floor and stuck her arm deep in to drag out her box of memories.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 2014-03-28 18:06:18)