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I've mentioned before that Stuart M. Perkins writing reminds me of Ray Bradbury's. They are both all about heart. Ray wrote science fiction. Stuart writes as if he were channeling Norman Rockwell into stories. I love them.

“No, let’s just leave it in there for now.” Mama said over her shoulder as she washed a plate and arranged it with others in the rack.

I was just a kid, so didn’t ask why I couldn’t have it. I dropped the rusty key back into the drawer and watched it disappear between a crushed matchbook and a small ball of frayed string.

When I was little, the drawer by the refrigerator was a forbidden mystery. The clanking sounds made as Mama or Daddy dug around in there were so intriguing. Finally tall enough to open it myself, I spent a few minutes running my hand through the odd assortment of things it contained. If Mama wouldn’t let me have the rusty key, I didn’t dare ask about the torn business card, the bent thumb tack, or the random assortment of colored bread ties. They must really be valuable.

Years passed before I opened the drawer again.

One Man’s Trash — by Stuart M. Perkins

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Oh I am smiling like the Cheshire Cat after reading that one... I so love my own "drawer"

Thank you, Welles. That was perfect for this day.
love,
Sandy

Ah! I have 2 of those, but they are meticulously organized by treasure type

One of them contains a lovely card with a butterfly on the front with a picture enclosed of a sweet bearded man and a beautiful big hearted lady wearing sunglasses, arm in arm, standing under a tree

LOVE!!!!
Sammyjo

((((((((((Sammy))))))))
I remember.....