I wasn't sure if I would get linked up for Six Sentence Stories this week; it seems like I've needed this week to get caught up on "real life" stuff after being gone for a while last week. (Don't worry, Mom, everything is fine!) However, once I figured out what I could write about with the prompt, "Trunk," I only needed to compose six sentences. So, with that mesmerizing introduction, here is my story:
The black trunk represented a new phase of her life, one of change. It held her colorful sweaters when she moved to Utah to attend college. After she married, it kept her mementos of childhood safely tucked away. She appreciated its reliability, but she also maintained a respect for its power. Once, she had reached into its depths and its hardware had caught her skin. Thirty-some years later, she still carries its mark--a thin white crescent-shaped line, just below the ring finger of her right hand.
Thanks for storage!