Frozen in Time

The second short story I am reblogging in celebration of National Short Story Week comes from Stuart M. Perkins of Storyshucker.

A beautiful exercise in nostalgia, Frozen in Time demonstrates how the most mundane of domestic items can evoke powerful emotions in us all. In this case Stuart breathes life into a 1960s freezer, which used to belong to ‘Nannie’, to transmit memories associated with its history. A great tale told simply, Frozen in Time is all a short story should be.

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There’s a lot of life in that old freezer.

It’s a chest freezer actually, from the 1960s I think. Dirty white with spots of ancient rust and it makes a horrifying screech when the lid is opened. For decades it sat on the huge back porch of Nannie’s farmhouse, ran perfectly, and never skipped a beat.

When Nannie died, Daddy debated what to do with that old freezer. He feared moving it would cause it to stop running but he hauled it across the field to his own screened porch where it still runs perfectly and never skips a beat. Daddy is gone now too, but the freezer runs on.

That freezer has a lot of life in it, in more ways than one.

Every summer Nannie filled its frosty racks with butter beans and other garden goodies. I’d take the path to her house and hear the familiar screech…

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