Grizelda decided it was time to clean out the attic of the house. Her grandmother had been dead for a year now, and Grizelda had decided to put a skylight in the attic of the old Victorian house. She had wanted to use the attic as an art studio since she was a small child.
This house was her Great-Grandmother Opal's house then, Nana Opal as Grizelda called her, and back in the corner always sat an old trunk that seemed to "twinkle" at her in spite of inches of dust. But she knew better than to touch it, because as soon as her hand neared the clasp, her grandmothers feet would be on the top stair like 'magic' to scold her!
Now, though, everyone was gone.
The old house that used to hum with 4 generations of women was quiet. Her new puppy, Helmut, was curled up sleeping on a pile of old quilts. Only the sound of the bats fluttering in the belfry was to be heard when her hand reached for the long forbidden closure on the camel-backed trunk.
It creaked loudly as she lifted the heavy top and braced it open and reverently began inspecting the contents, one item at a time...
