Civility

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

“Mama, what is p.r.e.s.e.r.v.a.t.i.o.n?” Victor asked Joanne trying hard to string all the letters in the word in a cohesive manner. Joanne looked down with a mixture of pride and undisguised love at her prodigious five-year-old. This was his first visit to the Museum of Natural History and he was drawn to the artifacts like an iron filing gravitating towards a magnet.

Joanne as the curator of the museum knew every nut and nail that was curated, restored, and preserved. Every single object ensconced within the reinforced double paneled glass cabinets was as dear to Joanne as was Victor himself.

“Preservation means to protect, my darling” said Joanne. “These are tools which were used by our forefathers 20,000 years ago to seek food, sew clothes and sleep within their houses.”

“Like Mummy and Papa protecting me and little Richard?” squealed Victor.

“Yes my love” whispered Joanne, brushing off a tear.

(Word Count: 150)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #58 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

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