Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

down to touch the pink sleeve of the cotton dress she had chosen. “Every single one.”

“We need to find out what is in the green one,” Jane said, her voice barely louder than the rustle of the tissue paper.

I reached past the silk and the cotton, my fingers sinking into the heavy, scratchy weight of the green wool. It was the winter continue reading …