Cliche

The Words:

sky, rain, radio, cold, flowers, cat, soda, blanket, lock, light, child

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It was very cliche, shaped like a jukebox with lights running across the top. I remember opening it in the garden, on my favorite picnic blanket, rain whispering cold warnings in the afternoon sky. The cat was a kitten then and loved batting my mothers flowers. Light headed tulips especially.

But even that sounds so cliche... a child opening her birthday present on a spring day. But none of this is far from the truth. There was soda and cake. There were kisses and hugs. There was pink confetti and party hats. And there was the radio.

The radio is the only thing I have left of that memory. And old cat, who loved to lock herself in the basement cabinet.

And the paint is peeling off of it because of the condensation...