I carefully approached the suitcase. Despite the urgency I felt, if this suitcase had somehow connected me to my grandmother’s kitchen, then what else was it capable of? I knelt […]

When I got home, I carefully extracted the second yellow bowl from my mother’s box of giveaways. Then, holding my breath, I carried it into my bedroom, and placed it […]

The attic was in shambles. I had torn open every box, strewn packing paper and bubble wrap every which way. And now I sat in the middle of the attic, […]

I arrived at my parent’s house bright and early the next morning. My father looked astonished when he came to the door with his coffee cup in hand. “What are […]

I was exhausted from being in the hot attic rooting through my parent’s things, as well as my tumble down the ladder, so I headed back home with the suitcase […]

I walked slowly down the hallway with the yellow bowl in my hands in front of me. I called out to my mother, ahead of my entrance to the living […]

My eyes began to flutter and I could see the attic stairs ascending to the great dark threshold above me. As I sat up my body ached, and I could […]

I had just fallen down the attic stairs. I was falling and falling, until I guess I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I was on the floor. But […]

I was trying to take stock of everything in the attic to help me come up with a plan, when my gaze fell on an old suitcase. It was a charming old piece of luggage. Obviously, it had seen many travels, and yet it hadn’t lost it’s luster. The suitcase was tucked away in a corner, behind several boxes. I don’t even know how I noticed it so quickly. Except that…I don’t know how else to put it, but it *called* to me…