THE TRUNK
Paula opened the garage door and hauled the trunk out onto the driveway. “Let’s get rid of this.” Her mother, Mildred, wasn’t sure. “Why not for heaven’s sake?” “I don’t know, it was your father’s…” “…piece of junk. Mother, he’s gone. I miss him too, but there’s no reason to keep this. There’s nothing but junk inside.” Mildred sighed. “I suppose.” “How much should we ask for it?” “I have no idea.” “Twenty bucks?” “Twenty seems so little.” “We’ll be lucky to get five.” “Ok, twenty. I hope no one buys it.” Paula wrote out the price tag, tied it to the lock of the trunk and dragged the trunk out onto the front yard. It was yard sale day and the weather was perfect. She opened the driveway gate and placed the large yard sale sign she had made on the edge of the road. By noon, visitors and sales were vigorous but the trunk sat alone and untouched. Paula thought about slashing the price to five dollars just to get rid of it but decided to wai...