Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

and smoothed the yellow skirt down. “I will tell him I am still thinking about it.”

She walked back toward the house, her yellow skirt brushing against the dry brown grass of the lawn.

By five o’clock, the shadows of the old oak trees had stretched across the front porch. I went inside and found Clara in the living room, standing near the cedar trunk.continue reading …