Link: Pcmflash 120

Over the next months, parcels began to arrive intermittently: a scrap of fabric that smelled faintly of seaweed, a small mechanical part that fit none of her tools, a photograph printed on a film type she had never seen. Each item was minimal, a fragment that suggested a larger whole. Each carried with it a memory-echo that tugged at her in small, unremarked ways. Sometimes she would smile for a moment with no idea why. Other times she would feel a sting of loss visiting a life she hadn’t lived.