My granddad saved the carved wooden cupboard door from a skip. He said it was too nice to throw away and he could easily build it into something. The carving sat in his shed for years and each time I saw it, I asked what it was of and he’d tell a different story each time;
‘It’s a knight saving his village from a monster attack.’
‘The windmill’s on fire and that guard is charging in to save the man’s family.’
‘A staving solider is raiding a farm.’
Those stories stuck with me and when granddad died, I tried hard to find the carving wanting to save it. We searched everywhere with no luck but I couldn’t believe granddad would have just gotten rid of it.
Then my older brother removed a small cupboard that was in the hallway and on the back of it I saw the carved panel!
‘So, he did finally get to use it!’ I cried, hugging the cupboard.
I took the cupboard home with me and placed it in my bedroom. I can see the carving all the time now and recall all those memories of granddad.
(Inspired by; https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/01/21/sunday-photo-fiction-january-21st-2018/ with thanks).