Boots, bibs and straw hats, among other things, were what she was searching for in the antique shop. She’d found a baseball bat, a ball, hippy beads and a guitar from the sixties – records, a mug … bits and pieces of things that could have been part of his life.
“Ah perfect!” she exalted to herself as she snapped a few more photos ” “There’s his shoes. So where is his metal lunchbox?”
Months later in the Jason gallery hung her collage in commemoration of his life. She’d created and dedicated it to war and it was the centre of the collection. A collage of things she’d found and wove together in a five foot square black and white photo of boots, bibs and straw hats, among the other things, she’d collected, things he might have used. She’d called it the missing soldier and it was surrounded by photographs of explosions and dead bodies. That’s all she had of him, he’d never came home from the war to his wife and daughter.
© Gsk ‘16