Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

arrived, the bell above the door chiming as I stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of yeast, warm sugar, and roasted pecans. Peggy was behind the glass counter, wrapping a dozen cinnamon rolls in white butcher paper for an elderly man in a flannel shirt.

She looked up when she heard the bell, her face brightening as she continue reading …