Have you ever wished you could find an old house with an attic full of treasures?

It was the spring of the year and the spring of a new life. I had just married the woman of my dreams and moved into the house of her dreams an old country style house now displaced in the middle of a slowly developing suburb but a house with promise and style. Yes, it needed some work, but she loved it and I loved her and together we could conquer anything.

We explored our Victorian stronghold arm-in-arm and sought to discover all its secrets. From top to bottom we explored and laughed and loved. The spring and summer flew by in blissful love and oh, the things we found in the attic and the half cellar that went under the back half of the house. Old lanterns and trunks filled with vintage costumes, a jewelry box that had been stuffed behind the brick chimney with wedding rings…too many wedding rings and bobbles for the ears. The one thing that intrigued me the most was a dagger, with a long tapered blade, a bone handle, brass guard and  pommel, the kind you see in those old  American Civil War photos. The blade was coated with a thin layer of rust, so I decided to restore it to a workable condition. My beautiful bride smiled shaking her head saying,” Boys will be boys,” and laughed in her melodic manner.  I labored on that blade with a piece of steel wool all the rest of that day and for the next two days when I blundered and cut the palm of my hand. The pain from that incising ran through my body like electricity all the way to my chest. I dropped the blade and it stuck between my feet into the hardwood floor. There was blood. Oh my there was blood, but I reminded myself that any cut to the hand would produce blood beyond the seriousness of the cut, so I  washed my hand in cold water to stop the bleeding and wrapped it in gauze then placed the dirk on the mantel above the fireplace in a display stand I had made for it. I had finished my labor of love and brought new life to the blade. My wife was concerned with my injury, but I assured her that the grievance was superficial and to her frustration I ignored her imploring to take me to hospital.

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  • jimy1666 on Jan 17, 2009

    awsome

  • Sharona on Jan 17, 2009

    Some times men become absessed with there play things, only to loose the play thing that is the most important in their life. Good story!

  • C Jordan on Jan 17, 2009

    A very good read.

  • Westbrook on Jan 17, 2009

    Wow! Great story. It kept me reading each word. I hope that was just a bizarre imagination.

  • Michele Cameron Drew on Jan 17, 2009

    Great work, DM! I believe that this is the best of yours that I have read. I would love to feature this on the Spectrum. If that’s ok with you.

    -M

  • Majic on Jan 17, 2009

    Gripping!

  • Bick Parker on Jan 18, 2009

    Nice work, great read.

  • Louie Jerome on Jan 19, 2009

    Good read!

  • spiritwalker on Jan 23, 2009

    I love this! You are a very good writer and I am sorry It has taken me so long to read some of your work. I admire your gift. I have a desire to write but it always falls so short in my opinion of others. But, it is my desire and so I shall continue. Please continue this beautiful style of writing filling the pages with your heart and soul.l

  • LoveDoctor on Nov 13, 2009

    Great story. Well-done.

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