Flash Fiction-- Artifacts

Here is the Flash Fiction entry for this weeik. Had a bunch of fun with it. I think you'll be able to see that I was a child of the 80's here!!

Artifacts


“Holy cow, would you look at this mess!” Cassie took the final stair before stepping into the attic. She brushed aside a few cobwebs that were in her way before looking back to Joel who was following close behind her.

“Well,” Joel said, reaching to pull the string that hung from the light bulb above his head, “We promised your dad that we’d get to this mess today.”

Cassie sighed as she took a seat in the old rocker that stood in the corner. “I know. It’s taken Dad a long time to decide to move out of this house. He lived here with Mom for 40 years and now with Mom gone as well as all of us kids, well, I’m just glad we were able to finally talk him into getting another place.”

Joel pushed aside a few boxes, making a pathway from the top of the stairs to the window. He pulled back the curtains, dust flying everywhere but instantly illuminating the attic and making things much easier to see. “Your parents really lived here for 40 years? But you’re only 21 years old.”

Cassie laughed and pulled a box closer to where she sat. “Mom and Dad always liked to joke that I was their little ‘oops’ baby, born almost 16 years after my older brothers. I’ll tell you more about my fabled family history a little bit later. Let’s get to this mess first.” She looked at the label on the box in front of her. “This one says ‘the boys’ toys.’ They must belong to my brothers. I wonder what’s inside.” She pulled out a doll that was carefully stored in its original box. “Stretch Armstrong? I wonder what it does.” She pulled it out of the box almost dropping it but grabbing hold of the arm at the last second. “Joel? Look at this? This doll’s arms stretch. It’s totally cool!” Her mouth was wide open with fascination as she pulled the arms and legs of the doll and watched them easily stretch back into shape.

Joel didn’t answer but instead was pulling something out of another box. “Will you look at this? My dad told me about these. It’s called a record player. Awesome! It has all of these records to play on them but they’re small with kind of a big circle in the middle.” He picked up another record. “Oh, I get it. You pop one of these little plastic circle things in the inside to make it fit on the record player.”

Cassie walked over to where he was standing to check out the record player. “It has a cord and there’s an outlet. Let’s plug it in and see if it still works.” They plugged it in and saw a light come on. She began to flip through some of the records. “Joel? Listen to some of the names of these groups: Dexy’s Midnight Runners, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Tommie Tutone, Mr. Mister, Huey Lewis and the News… Geez, I’ve never even heard of any of these.”

Joel had one in his hand and held it up. “We’re listening to this one first; it sounds like a gem: ‘She Blinded Me With Science.’ Geez, what in the world were they smoking back then anyway?”

He put on the first of many records they listened to as they began to go through all of the boxes, the contents of which never ceased to amaze them both. After a few hours they were no closer to organizing the attic than when they first started. Cassie shook her head in amazement. “I can’t believe all of these artifacts! I mean look: a telephone where you have to stick your finger in it to spin around and make it work, a Cabbage Patch Kid, a forgotten can of something called ‘Aqua Net.’ I think it was hairspray, I’m not sure though. There’s enough old stuff here to start a museum or something. I can’t decide which one of them is my favorite.”

Joel motioned for her to come and sit next to him. He put his arm around her and pulled out a photo album. “I think I know which one of these ‘artifacts’ is going to be your favorite already.” There before her on the pages of the album was the story of her life. There was one where she was a toddler and her older brothers were taking turns pushing her on the swings in the back yard. There was another one of the family all squeezed into the porch swing on the front porch. There was still another one of them on Christmas morning with everyone still in their pajamas, wrapping paper strewn everywhere and not a face that lacked a smile.

A lone tear rolled down her cheek after she was done looking at the last page. She closed it and put it back in the box sitting next to her. She stood up and looked around the attic. She then walked back in the direction of the stairs. Joel looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “And just where would you be going?”

She sniffed and smiled at him through her tears. “I’ve got to find Dad. There’s no way I’m going to let him give up this house. Too many artifacts and way too many memories.”