Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

settles into the walls when there is no one left to fill them.

I walked into the hallway, the mug warm against my palms, and stopped.

In the corner near the coat rack, where the cedar trunk had sat for forty years, there was nothing but a clean, empty space.

The rug beneath it was a deep, unfaded red, surrounded by the dusty, worn grey of the rest of continue reading …