"Junk" Filled Journals
The covers of the notebooks were varied, all obviously for a little girl, with pinks and purples…stripes and checks…hearts and butterflies…Bible verses and quotes. One even had a tiny little lock on it to protect the writer from intruders into her private thoughts. The journals held secrets, deep dark secrets of years gone by and thoughts locked away in a mind and body that had not been protected. The words written on the pages had been torn from the covers and burned in a grill on a hot summer day; the skeletons that were left served only as reminders of what once was. Although the covers remained, the pages were gone, turned to ashes. The fire curled the edges of the pages first consuming the words written there, eventually turning the paper to a fine gray powder that would dissolve on your fingertips. The fire obliterated the diaries that had been so meticulously used to record the pain and hurt from years gone by, but fire doesn’t just destroy. It can also be...