Freewrite From English Class

On the top shelf in the back of the closet is a small orderly stack of magazines. Magazines containing pictures of naked women. When the boy found them he was stunned with a flurry of new feelings: desire, astonishment, fear, desire, wonder. They were his Father's. The boy knew things such as this existed, but never believed things such as this existed in his own home. They were now a forbidden treasure always in the back of the closet, always in the back of his mind.

On the top shelf in the back of the closet is a shoebox filled with photographs, most of them poorly-taken from disposable cameras. Most of them pictures of her, in Jr. High, at the lake with her friends, most of them were forgotten by now, now that she was older. Moving back in with her parents after discovering she was inadvertently pregnant was humbling. She felt a loss of innocence during these circumstances. She found those pictures and felt the loss of innocence for sure.

On the top shelf in the back of the closet lies a pile of shirts that were his. Brightly-colored polos, their collars all rounded from years of washing. These were the shirts that she had always hated, shirts that she had always promised herself would be thrown out. They hadn’t been worn for some time, six years in fact since he had been gone. She didn’t want to remember him and his stupid, brightly-colored polo shirts. She had shuffled the pile around while cleaning and his scent wafted out of them. His damn smell was stuck in the fibers of the shirts so now she had remembered him, she had remembered him hard and the shirts evaded the garbage once again.