This is a longer story, twice the length it needs to be. I will, perhaps, cut it down at some point. For now I think I'd rather look at other stories and see if I can make full, concise stories below a thousand words. Something there for 100 themes challenges!
My grandfather’s voice floated up into the
loft. “James, you find anything up there yet?”
I waved my hand in front of my face to
clear some of the dust floating in the air. There wasn’t much space to start
with; cardboard boxes were stacked everywhere, leaving only a thin corridor. At
least there was light; a single bulb hanging down, flickering but enough to
read by.
“There’s… let’s see. This one says
‘magazines’,” I called back. The handwriting on the labels was old-fashioned,
and I squinted closer. “I’ve got another that says ‘baby toys’… ‘toy cars’-“
“Ah, that one’s your inheritance,” he
called back with a chuckle. “A few Dinky Toy cars in there that are worth a
bit, or will be one day soon.”
I wrinkled my nose at the dirt-covered
cars, their painted bodies chipped and dented, and moved on.
The next label was yellowed and I had to
smooth it down to read it. “Newspapers – is this the one, grampa?”
“Aye, that it is; bring it down, then,
let’s have a look!”
