Souvenir, a story for the Giraffe Call

For EllenMillion‘s prompt.

I like to pick up a little souvenir in every city I visit, a remembrance, if you will, a way to hold the place a little closer to me.

When I started, I was pretty haphazard about it, a postcard here, a commemorative t-shirt there, a city-opoly game in the next place.

The problems with that, though came down durability and portability. Paper deteriorates, board games lose their pieces, t-shirts fall apart after a while. They all get hard to carry, and hard to store. I wanted something that would last. I wanted to hold onto those memories for a very long time. I wanted to be able to bring them with me.

It was maybe six, seven cities in that I stumbled upon shot glasses. The ultimate solution. Almost every place has them, they’re amazingly durable, they’re distinctive in some way, and they’ll fit in a pocket if I have to. So now every city I hit, I stop in a rest stop or a souvenir shop, whatever I can find, and pick up two – one for my van, and one for the place back home, sort of a museum. Sort of a mememto… you know. That thing.

I had to go back, of course, to the first six. Now that, that was hell. Not the hardest thing I’ve done in my line of work, not by far, but it still wasn’t easy, retracing my steps, going back into the ruined cities I’d already cased for survivors and supplies, looking for one little glass.

But I like to have a remembrance that I’ve been there. A way to remember these places the way they used to be.

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8 thoughts on “Souvenir, a story for the Giraffe Call

  1. Oooof. (In trivia, the “six or seven cities in” and “back to the first six” don’t quite work well together for me — painful backtracking doesn’t sync well with not knowing quite how many cities had to be revisited.) (Also, IMO, postcards are far more portable than shot glasses, but I don’t know what the hazards of the road are here.)

      • And shot glasses get broken when they are dropped, and they are heavy — as I said, I don’t know what the most problematic hazards and limitations are. Pretty much anything the narrator could pick has ups and downs.

        • *nods* I’m sure all of their motivations weren’t listed. I’m sure my liking of shot glasses came into play, too. ;-D

  2. You know, I sat her wondering what the catch would be. Where the twist was. I know your writing too well… I have a ton of postcards from England…

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