A thing of memory (Drabble Prompt)
This old bowl reminds me of where I have been and the climb that came with it.
A life of drunken abuse and waste.
From birth till the day I broke through rock bottom, to find the cellar.
A darker place where there was nothing and no one; except God.
Everything was stripped from me, including those I loved.
But I began to rise, and grow anew.
This bowl, with a broken lid was what I ate from.
It was one of my most prized possessions.
And now it holds junk.
Much like that life I cast aside to die.
This is from a prompt about why you own something that someone might wonder about.
It’s a drabble. A piece of fiction or non-fiction done in exactly 100 words.
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