The Beginning…

I lifted the lid…

The cloth bundles bounced softly in the chest unsure whether now was the moment they would be set free. Neatly rolled and stacked they had lain dormant for several months. Saturated with history caught in the threads. Even though the images had sprung from my thoughts I sometimes wondered how I had managed to capture the stories they told.

I unfurled the topmost roll, the smell of camphor reminding me of my mother’s linen cupboard. Colours and textures dazzled me with their brightness …but also something else. I pushed the loose strands of hair behind my ears to make sure I wasn’t hearing things. My glasses slipped from my face as I reached into the chest and my stomach tightened. A dread crossed my path. Brief but intense, connecting me with a powerlessness I hadn’t felt for some time.