Scheherazade – VII — Forgotten Green Soldiers

A day in the attic blue tarps: petrified candy, Wacky Packages, teacher comments that still smart, an Advent calendar, and the sad, erotic flight of a Firebird.

Morning

To get to the photos and letters I have to pull back the blue tarp and mine my claim, opening boxes, unstacking them, restacking them, picking through their contents, and sliding everything back and forth to make room for the next box. I fill up the available floor space around me so that I find myself literally boxed into corners, and I hop and …