Keith’s Attic

I’ve fallen behind on Writing 101, but fortunately they give you the weekend off so I can catch up by posting Thursday’s assignment today and doing Friday’s assignment tomorrow.

Thursday’s task was to write a post inspired by a picture. We were given a choice of four and I chose the one below. As I usually write a short story around this time of the week I decided I’d do that for this task.

So it’s all worked out quite well really…

Keith’s Attic

Attic

There were no secret treasures in Keith’s attic. He knew this because he had put everything in there himself.

He bought the house with Claire in the early eighties. It was a starter home, not really big enough for the two of them, let alone the family they were going to have together. But getting on the housing ladder had seemed important so they’d purchased the first mid-terrace they could afford.

At the time it was on a rather soulless estate in one of the less ‘desirable’ parts of town. Now, just around the corner was a fashionable wine bar, an expensive delicatessen and the branch of a well known high-street coffee chain. All were apparent indications that the estate was very much ‘on the up’. That may have been the case, but Keith missed his Sunday pint in the old pub that had made way for these developments.

Still, it was one of the less painful changes that Keith had gone through in the last thirty years. On reflection, he acknowledged that being able to get a nice cup of coffee might not be the worst thing in the world.

As he climbed into the loft, he was struck by just how much stuff he had managed to cram into the small space. It was particularly impressive because most of it was his and his alone.

There had been no family, because after the first two years there had been no Claire.

He bore her no ill-will. He genuinely hoped she had found whatever it was that he couldn’t offer her.

And he’d kept the house. She’d left him that much.

Although other residents (some more temporary than others) had come and gone over the years, Keith had been the only constant.

Now there was Sandra, and with Sandra things were different. For Sandra, Keith was prepared to make some space, so three decades of accumulated junk needed to be sorted through.

The attic’s itinerary included bin bags full of old clothes, boxes of old files and containers of kitchen utensils. There was an old VHS recorder that Keith had kept, certain that the DVD ‘fad’ wouldn’t catch on. There was also a box of video tapes that he had long since replaced after accepting that the ‘fad’ had, in fact, caught on.

Amid the clutter, Keith located a box that he couldn’t quite identify. It must have been one of his first deposits in the upper-floor stockpile.

He opened it. Moments later tears were rolling down his cheeks as the memories came flooding back.

There were no secret treasures in Keith’s attic but there were some treasures that he’d forgotten.

  15 comments for “Keith’s Attic

  1. September 12, 2015 at 7:24 pm

    Great post! I used the same picture as you for this assignment and loved your take on it.

    I experienced this when I moved back to Louisiana from the U.K. 3 years ago. My mother had boxes of my things that I’d put in there for storage before I left; when I came back and looked through them, I felt overwhelmed looking through everything I’d not seen in nearly 2 decades. So many memories stored away all that time.

    Thank you for sharing. I’m following your blog now and invite you to follow me. 🙂

    Have a good weekend!

    Kindest Regards,
    Carol

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    • September 12, 2015 at 11:12 pm

      Hi Carol,

      Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I’ve stopped by your blog and will be back to read more 🙂

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      • September 13, 2015 at 12:54 am

        Awesome! I lived in Leeds for a while and miss some of the aspects of living in the U.K. I look forward to reading more of you.

        Thanks for the follow. Hope you’re having a great weekend.

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  2. September 12, 2015 at 7:46 pm

    An attic is filled of all sorts of reminders from the past like in Keith’s.

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  3. September 12, 2015 at 11:06 pm

    what a wonderful story! memories are the best treasure

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    • September 12, 2015 at 11:10 pm

      They are indeed 🙂

      Like

  4. September 13, 2015 at 3:38 am

    Poor Keith. I wonder when he plans on getting a Blu-ray player.

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    • September 13, 2015 at 10:11 am

      He’s not convinced by HD. He thinks it’s just a fad…

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  5. September 13, 2015 at 12:04 pm

    That was anmazing

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    • September 13, 2015 at 7:34 pm

      Thanks 🙂

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  6. September 13, 2015 at 1:38 pm

    Amid the clutter, there is always a treasure. I really do want to know what he found, but being well-read on ‘Story Time!’ I have accepted that’s not part of the inner workings of the author.
    Like Keith, I have three decades worth of stuff in my new house after a move last year. I have been devoted to going through it all, but it takes time. To this point, I have it all in one room, which is a huge accomplishment. Little by little I’m weeding through it… preserving some of the memories, discarding the rest. There have been tears.

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    • September 13, 2015 at 7:36 pm

      I still have unopened boxes and I’ve been in my house for two years. It is tough to find the time – especially when you know that you’re going to have to deal with emotions as well…

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  7. September 14, 2015 at 2:08 am

    wonderful, insightful short story. And in my attic are not just boxes from when we moved (still unopened) and more we have added in there in our 14 years in this house, but boxes we moved there from when my mother-in-law passed. The look forward in 2 years when we plan to right-size is daunting… and now, what memories will I dig up as well!

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