With the window opened, Tommy can see the massive clutter in the attic more clearly. Boxes of old papers were stacked on the north corner of the room and hidden behind the rusty book shelves.
"Now this is a mess..." he said to himself. His brain was working hard, trying to figure out where should he start first. He thought that he may want to sort all the loose papers on the floor first so he could have a space to work on the piles of boxes. The old furniture needs to be moved outside too, but he thought that he might save that for later.
"Now I need boxes to keep the papers in," he looked around. Most of the boxes around him was packed with torn books, some festival ornaments and even worn out costumes. It looks more like a clutter from a domestic house instead of a library. He wondered who have put those things in this library attic and how long have it been there to look this messy. He spotted a folded card box on the corner, hidden behind a broken library ladder.
"Bingo!"
He made his way through the mess on the floor and try to reach the card box. It was a little too far for his reach and the piles of broken chairs and boxes standing in between made it harder to reach further. He might get crushed by the other boxes and wooden bars if he move a little more. He grunted, annoyed. He moved some of the lighter boxes in front of him to give him more space and once again try to reach it. He could grab it easily now.
"Thanks god!" he exclaimed releasing a relieved sigh. He unfolded it and placed it on the floor.
He started picking up the papers on the floors, taking a glimpse of the content while stacking it. They were records of purchases, shopping lists, some old newspapers clipping, and even important notes. Once again, he wondered who could have been the owner of those papers since they looks personal. Letting the thought slip, he continued anyway placing each stack he compiled into the box.
He almost cleared the loose papers on the floors when he picked up an A4 sized yellow envelop. His curiosity rose a little at the sight of the envelop. It looks very old judging from the thick pulp paper used. It was completely unopened with a typical red wax seal. He could barely read the writing on the seal because it was covered in dust. He tried to look for any other writing on the envelop and all he can find was an old ink marks, faded but readable. He squinted hard to read the writing.
To: Lady Ezra
YOU ARE READING
Legend Among Us
Short StoryWe might not realize it but there are those who were forgotten living among us. They could be someone who live next door but they could also be in your bedtime stories. There could be the villains in your children's book or the unsung heroes in real...
