Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

the top of the maple trees, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete driveway.

Beatrice and I stood near the edge of the sidewalk, the gravel still showing the wide tire tracks where the sheriff’s cruiser had backed out.

Clara sat on the concrete curb, her knees drawn up to her chest, her forehead resting against her arms as her shoulders shook.continue reading …