Garbage Bags

by Hannah Messinger (September 2014)

Hang it up, pick it up, dry it off, put it away. Remove the dust that had collected long enough ago to forget each item had ever existed or meant anything. I was hurting myself, I felt it deep in my gut as I opened the old letters and let out a small hiccup of sadness that quickly enveloped the triumphant room and made it the hospital we had been in.

Hannah Messinger is a writer living in Florida.

 

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