Some fast imagined fiction that was inspired by a writing prompt. Hope you like it!
“It’s all here, Elzie,” Charles said with fake strength. She knew how hard it was for him to say those words. Gently, as if bearing the most precious burden in the world, he placed the old chest on the bed. It was more of a box really, nothing special to a normal eye. But to Elzie and Charles it held the memories of a golden childhood, that after recent events seemed almost like a dream too good to be true.
“Do you mind if I open it Charlie?” Elzie didn’t want to inflict more pain on her or her cousin, but she felt she had to see. She had to remember that time.
“No, I don’t mind,” Charles said. His voice betrayed him.
With trembling hands Elzie cracked open the lid. It squeaked on its old hinges and dust scattered into the beams of light. She took a deep breath and forced herself to look down. Resting on a stack of letters was a trio of braided bracelets made of grasses. Elzie grabbed one with her thumb and finger and held it up for Charles to see.
“Do you remember when she made these? That day we—”
“Went to the pond for a picnic! I remember it. Very well,” Charles’ voice cracked and faded, and Elzie looked away. Next she noticed the collection of dried leaves, still showing the ruddy colors of autumn. She tried to smile, and looked to Charles to see if he remembered. His face was buried in his hands, and his shoulders heaved. Elzie could be strong no longer, and the tears streamed freely down her cheeks.
How could she do this to us? Elzie felt like screaming. Instead she glared out the window at the fog, and wondered where Jane was at.