“Heirloom”

Susan Black

Mar 5, 2025

1 min read

Two faded photographs. Could be a single photo; each completing the other. They emerge from a mildewy box in a mildewy cellar filled with mildewy boxes. Nearby are many other boxes that will eventually become mildewy. “Oh,” says Mom, her voice mildewy. “Here’s my parents.”

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