It was all in order. Now she could get on with it. She had been putting her memories into little, green cardboard boxes and now they stood on the shelf each marked with a piece of paper glued to the front of the box with the date and a keyword written on it. She had used the red pencil with bite marks that she had thrown after Legomas the day he left. A gesture so small and insignificant that he probably hadn't noticed. There were more than 100 boxes.
The keywords were intentionally cryptic. Only she would understand it. Beggar, Small draft, Geology, Mind Fuck, Ape face wound, Fluids, Token Skank, Decent, Descent, Toilet, Calm, Vivid, Meat, Safe, Carthage, Round... it went on and on and each word sent a shiver through her body. The same for the content of the boxes. A concert ticket, a coin, three strands of red hair, a small corner of a broken toilet tile, a guitar pick, blood on a piece of tissue, a half burnt passport, a broken leather strap, dried rose leaves, yellow candy paper. She took out the last box. The box were the label said: Fluids. The date were two month earlier. Inside it she had left the pencil.
