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Friday Fictioneers: Nana’s Closet

Ah, memories. Thanks to Friday Fictioneers, I have a new place to write about them! Today’s submission, “Nana’s Closet”:

I was four. I remember because it was just after my fourth birthday that I could no longer squeeze through the triangle made by the bottom of the bannister and the wood of the stairs. She hated it when I did that anyway, convinced that I would break my neck on the heat register below. I had found a treasure box at the back of the closet under those stairs: an old phone, a few mismatched crayons, what I found out was a menorah, and an old damaged photo. “What is this, Nana?” I had asked.

 “Old memories,” Nana answered.

 

26 Comments

  1. train-whistle January 19, 2013 12:23 am

    good piece. remembering the tight squeeze, very nice.

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:19 am

      Thank you! I often think about those days 🙂

  2. themisanthropicmuse January 19, 2013 12:45 am

    Hmmm, I get the other objects but for some reason I am dying to know what sentimental value those old crayons have. In any case, I love what you did with the photo prompt. 🙂

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:16 am

      Thank you! Ah, if you knew my Nana, you’d know her closet under the stairs could have any and everything in it!

  3. Sunshine January 19, 2013 2:08 am

    i always love grandparents who give one or two word answers to questions concerning the past…and i love your imagery of you squeezing through the triangle! aww, you cute four year old. <3

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:14 am

      Thank you! And precocious is probably more like it 🙂

  4. newpillowbook January 19, 2013 4:17 am

    I agree with the other commenters – the image of the narrator squeezing under the bannister is really good – a reminder of being a small child and of the kind of things they like to do (and sometimes they like dangerous things; these days, I sympathize with Nana 😉 ).

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 6:37 am

      And with me for a grandchild, my Nana needed sympathy for sure!!

  5. Sandra January 19, 2013 8:54 am

    the ‘bannister squeeze’ is a really strong image, takes me back. Very nicely done.

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:09 pm

      Yes, Sandra; I think of that and walking under the claw-foot dining table. I had some wonderful adventures under there a thousand years ago 🙂

  6. Sarah Ann January 19, 2013 11:18 am

    Lovely – especially the squeeze through the bannisters.

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:10 pm

      Thank you Sarah Ann!

  7. claireful January 19, 2013 11:35 am

    A lovely memory for the narrator, and one for Nana too. Very nice.

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:11 pm

      Thank yoi; my Nana was one of the greatest inspirations in life. I have missed her now for 26 years and do what I can to honor her…

  8. lingeringvisions January 19, 2013 2:12 pm

    This reminded me of a little cubby my youngest used to squeeze into until he was 6 or so. Thanks for the memory.

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:13 pm

      Yes! Thank you for sharing!

  9. rochellewisoff January 19, 2013 2:12 pm

    Nice. Touching. Poignant.

    • AR Neal January 19, 2013 2:13 pm

      Thank you Rochelle!

  10. tedstrutz January 20, 2013 1:21 am

    Welcome to FriFic… you can always stash a few memories here!

    • AR Neal January 20, 2013 1:29 am

      Thank you–I look forward to more (from me and everyone else!)

  11. rich January 22, 2013 3:13 pm

    i hope the next words would be, “memories of what?” and then the story would continue. well done.

    • AR Neal January 22, 2013 3:35 pm

      Ah, yes; and if the story were to continue with my Nana as the inspiration the answer to that question would be a great story. At least in my opinion 😉

      • rich January 22, 2013 3:37 pm

        your opinion is most important for your story.

        • AR Neal January 23, 2013 3:13 am

          I agree! 🙂

  12. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) January 23, 2013 9:37 pm

    Very nice those memories, and the added details make them so real.

    • AR Neal January 23, 2013 9:39 pm

      Thank you 🙂

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