“Why do you always keep old medication around?” Elmer asked Albert.
“Until I was twenty six,” his friend reminded him, “I was on dilantin, phenobarbitol and valium. Weird thing is, I haven’t had a seizure since I was eleven.”
“I went to a neurologist in the middle of the eighties and he said not to bother to take the pills anymore.”
“I’ve always enjoyed souvenirs of the past anyway so I thought, ‘what the hey!
“Well I guess it’s cool,” Elmer admitted, “But I think I’ll stick to my yearbook and bowling trophies.”
Then they went out for the night.
This week’s photo prompt is by our Friday Fictioneers leader Rochelle Wisoff~Fields