For this week's
open_on_sunday prompt.
It was a tiny little thing, filled up with other, even tinier little things.
Not that Spike was one to care much for material possessions. They were nice to have, sure, for convenience, but there had never been much he wasn’t willing to part with. He’d learned early on not to get too attached. Things always got taken away, or lost, or destroyed, and it wouldn’t do for him to be torn up about it.
Except this. One faded photograph, one smudged charcoal sketch, one sparkly pink earring, one very old letter, all tucked away into his little treasure box.