Leather

A melancholy short

Photo by Ben Hershey on Unsplash

She hadn’t meant to find it; it seemed to jump from the shelf into her hands. She looked at it, disbelieving, the faded brown leather, well worn in the creases, but the lacing still strong and well knotted. She stared hard at the dark stain that splotched across edge of the thumb, and the memories flowed unbidden, but unstoppable.