Souvenir Display (flash fiction)
Of course I display them, how could I stuff them in a drawer somewhere, where they’d be forgotten in the dark? No, no, no, these souvenirs—I hate the term “knick knacks”—need to be out where I can see them everyday. I buy one whenever I go someplace, something small to help me remember the trip. I take photos, too, lots of them—they’re in albums on the bookcase next to you. Chock full of memories, and I need to keep my memories alive; otherwise, what else do you really have? What did you say your name was again?