Moving In

The van has gone. The front room is piled with boxes that measure out the floor. My daughter loosens dust as she runs from room to room. Street sounds bring amber light and the smell of Indian food. ‘Which box are the mugs in?’ Shelves block the hall and demand assembly. My bare foot sticks to the carpet with the last tenant’s chewing gum and condensation paints the window. I ask myself if I have done the right thing – this is far from over.

– Benjamin F Jones

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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2 Responses to Moving In

  1. Moving can be so tiring. Adults see all the jobs that will need doing and become wearied before they start. Children run through rooms seeing only adventure and new beginnings, not the dust and the potential for mildew!

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