Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

when I returned, the furnace hum silent in the basement.

Peggy was sitting at the table, her hands covered in white flour from her afternoon baking at the bakery.

She smelled faintly of yeast and sweet vanilla, the comforting scent of her bakery on Fourth Street.

The pink silk dress lay across the back of the sofa in the living room, its fabric bright continue reading …