Cabinet of Curiosities

With their bright colours and smudged postmark portals, they were miniature works of art, whose albums we'd file meticulously on library shelves. They shared space with adventure novels and worn out encyclopedia personalised with crayon signatures. 

On the top shelf was an antique sewing box, its contents an assortment of postcards and letters stack tied with string. The faded ink with its neat curls contained stories we knew not to read.