(Written for Friday Fictioneers)
People collect souvenirs as reminders of the fine moments they have experienced. For Rufus, it was to remind him to be glad that he was alive.
He remembered the little girl who handed him her skating shoes, right before getting buried under a burning beam.
And the other time when a dying old man gave him a silver trophy before breathing his last – “I was the best singer in the county”, he spluttered.
And the golden pram he found in a debris. Ironic how this symbol of birth reminded him of death.
It wasn’t easy being a fireman with emotions.