So I promised I’d share one of the stories (very short stories) from my memoir course. I have an idea that in time I’ll write a series of short stories covering the many different events in my life to date and put them all together into one book. Some will be challenging, others funny but all will have a tale to tell.
Some of you will already be aware of this particular story, but here it is again with a little polish applied.
I hope you enjoy it. As of yet it has no title.
In my bedroom is a treasure chest. It isn’t overflowing with jewellery and gold, nor in fact is it even a chest, but its contents are priceless.
This treasure chest of mine is in reality, an old zip locked, black leather writing wallet, bulging at the seams. Nothing interesting about its cover would catch the…
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