Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

in the dark garden shed at the very back of the property, behind the row of overgrown lilacs.

Inside, the air smelled of dry earth and old potting soil. I reached onto the shelf where my husband used to keep his brass hose nozzles, searching behind a tall stack of red terracotta pots.

My fingers brushed against something soft and slippery. I pulled it continue reading …