Posted on behalf of an anonymous user.
A light shines through a glass, darkly.
I remember sitting down around the breakfast table. I remember my brothers and sisters carving into the meat, I remember running wild through the grounds before Mother called us in for supper. I remember burying my parents and then my children. I remember signing my will and sending it to the librarians. I remember everything, because my memories are all that is left. They are what I leave behind.
What will you leave behind?
(This is a Nightmarefest entry, under the Townhouse feature.)
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