Objects of affection

Everyday objects surround us, the unconditional keepers of confessions and secrets. They are with us in those private moments when we think we are alone, perhaps in an abandoned stairwell or an empty lift, as we adjust our clothes, check ourselves in the mirror, scratch an itch or allow ourselves a sigh or a sob. What if those inanimate witnesses to silent thought and hidden emotion had stories to tell - Of love, betrayal and hope?