Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

the grey floorboards with a dull scrape.

I thanked him and signed his clipboard, my fingers stiff around the cheap plastic pen.

Clara and Beatrice helped me slide the trunk through the front door, our shoes leaving dark tracks on the linoleum. We dragged it into the living room and set it down exactly where the dusty rectangle had marked its absence continue reading …