
The collectionExhibit No. 018
A familiar presence
Just a little left.
A glass bottle kept long after its daily use.
The storysincere
She wore it when we were going somewhere. A small spray at the wrist, then the familiar sound of the cap clicking back into place. It meant we should find our shoes.
There is only a little left. I never wear it, but sometimes I lift the cap.
For a moment, I am waiting by the door again. She is checking her bag. We are about to be late, and it does not matter.
A fictional story, written for this sample exhibit.