Moving Home
Kitty slowly removed the pretty floral box file from the shelf on the dresser in the hallway. She sat on the sofa and balanced it on her knees, before slowly removing the lid. She ran her fingers over the faded layer of pink tissue paper, and stared at the shrivelled, dried carnation, once a vibrant lemon colour but now a pale khaki. Carefully, she lifted it from the box and laid it against her cheek.
This was how she sat for some minutes, allowing the memories to settle.