Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

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“Drive safely,” I said.

I waited on the porch until the last of their taillights disappeared down Oak Street, leaving only the sound of the wind in the dry leaves of the maple tree. The house behind me was dark, its windows reflecting the deep purple of the twilight sky.

I walked down the steps to my Buick, my boots crunching softly on the gravel continue reading …