Liberat.es
Who puts a fireplace in the basement? — #NaPoWriMo Day 2
How can a memory be trusted?
No matter — it’s what we have.
A single bulb, halfway down dark
stairs. Retrieving an action figure
sent in an adventure — down the
laundry chute. My, how they built
a house in New England then. The
fireplace was painted white — bricks
surrounding it. “What if Santa is
down there?” The imagination of
a child is priceless. Uncle Phil’s
comic collection lived down there,
as did another couch — maybe?
Above it all was the loving embrace
of beloved grandparents, a sink full
of lobster, mother’s childhood room.