The boxes were scattered around....some taped, some randomly filled up. She glanced at the small cardboard box lying at the far end of the drawer. Pulled it out, opening an assortment of things electrical: plugs, wires, tools and then those...
For four years they lay unused, two deaths, a bitter fight and a marriage ensured that they gathered dust....
This year was no different. They were shifting house, the bin of tangled up holiday lights were packed off with a glance and sigh. The tiny bulbs looked on sadly, awaiting the day to blink and twinkle to their heart's content.
