Skull

I found the skull amongst my father's things after he died. It gave me quite a shock when I came across it at the bottom of a chest. I thought that it was strange that he had never mentioned it.

At first, I kept it on a shelf in my rooms and it was known as Mr Jones. But, as I got older, it felt wrong to treat it like that and it now lives in a box at the top of my wardrobe. Where, I suppose, my own son will find it when he has to go through my belongings. Which won't be too far off now.

I ought to warn him but, somehow, I can't bring myself to talk about it.