The Button Box

Deb Davis

Grandma has a box full of buttons. All colors, all shapes, but mostly forgotten. Buttons with names – just like me, just like you. Some buttons with memories, some with no clue. Now the buttons believe memory’s all that one has. Without history or story, life is just sad. Such was the case of two new button pearls – who’d never seen moonlight, a dress, or the world. Noah and Avery, so bright– not a scuff. They’d never been chipped or sewn to a cuff! No memories to speak of, no story to tell. No journeys out west to see gazelles! Into the box the two were carelessly tossed. The lid shut tight, they were instantly lost! “Keep moving! Get along! Find your own place to go!” barked a button that looked like Vincent van Gogh.