Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

wind had picked up, blowing dry sycamore leaves across the gravel lot of the Oakhaven Diner.

Sally was already sitting in the corner booth, wearing the yellow silk dress she had taken from the cedar trunk, its bright hem trailing near her boots.

“You look like a yellow finch in January,” I said, sliding into the booth opposite her.

Sally laughed, adjusting continue reading …