After my mom died we realized the extent of her hoarding. Rooms stacked with boxes in boxes, years worth of newspapers, closets that spilled out like avalanches when opened. Most items made no sense.
My wife suggested a dumpster. It felt a shame to throw it all away, a lifetime of memories tossed. In one room we uncovered a forgotten memento from my childhood that I wanted to keep. My wife called the glass eyes creepy.
No way, she said, we have zero room at home, but I knew there was always space for one more thing.
The hoarder’s mantra.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes
Posted for the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt – a complete story in 100 words or less.
This is perfect for me because my attention span is a about 100 words.
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