Tiny Little Card

Soooooo.. I was moving today.. oh well and yesterday.. and the day before that too.. and I'll still be moving tomorrow.. But, I digress.

Anyhow.. I was moving today.. and was emptying a container to resuse it.. I'm down to the last bits of things and so this container was really just full of incidental papers and receipts I had out and about.

I pulled back the container away from the small pile of papers and there it was.. a tiny little white card. A business card to be precise.

Normally said card has been affixed to the little metal tabs that hold my bathroom mirror in place. I've never called it since it was given to me.. But, I still cant seem to let go it.

That little tiny card has become a talisman in effect for me. Something with supernatural powers that could ward off the boogeyman. I guess youd have to believe in the boogeyman in order to see the usefulness of having a talisman like that. I believe. Moreover, I know.

So there was the card laying in the pile. I was afraid to touch it. To turn it over and see the blue ink scrawled on the back. Afraid that if I touched it (and I know this will sound silly).. but that if I touched it, somehow, I would be back at the beginning of this thing. That I would be still sitting there in the station being handed back a brown sack from the evidence locker.

I dont want to go back there. But, I dont want to let go of that card either.

Its the little things that get you through the dark nights you know. Little things like that card.