Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

It turned with a dry, metallic click that seemed to echo in the corners of the ceiling.

The heavy lid rose slowly, carrying the scent of cedar and dried lavender into the damp morning air of the house.

The six dresses lay inside, undisturbed under the tissue paper. The blue silk was on top, its hem slightly wrinkled from where Jane had touched it, followed continue reading …