Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

the carpet.

It was a perfect rectangle of what used to be.

I set my tea down on the telephone table and knelt on the floor, my fingers touching the edge of the clean wool.

We had lost the dresses, the letters, and the physical proof of our mother’s hand.

But as I sat there in the dim light of the hallway, my hand closed around the small,continue reading …