The Beginning…thirty years later

I lifted the lid…

The neatly rolled cloth bundles bounced softly in the chest. I unfurled the ones on top, the smell of camphor reminding me of Mummy’s linen cupboard. Stories caught in the threads of images that I had carefully crafted over the years slowly appeared on the cloth. With some, colours and textures dazzled me with their brightness while others evoked muddy memories … and also something else. My glasses slipped from my face as I reached into the chest and my stomach tightened. A dread crossed my path. Brief but intense.  

‘Would you like to take a look?’ I said as I turned to the others.