Spring cleaning. She delves into the closet. Emerges with my travel-stained rucksack.
“We don’t need this, do we?”
“Lot of memories there,” I answer.
“So? We can make new ones.”
“That’s not the point.”
She sulks away. I wonder which baggage to let go.
Alastair Millar is an archaeologist by training, a translator by trade and a writer (in the Czech Republic) by choice.
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