Friday Fictioneers: 20 September 2013

Copyright - John Nixon

Copyright – John Nixon

Paducah

I went to Paducah, Kentucky last year.  Its main street  boasts many second-hand stores; shops full of someone’s memories, soon to become someone else’s present. Most of those establishments were dimly lit with creaking wooden floors.

It was the smell though that was over-powering, almost eye-watering with age and mold.  Antiquity seems to have a melancholy smell, like left-overs from by-gone days.

Someone sold Grandma’s porcelain bride doll for a few pennies.  I think she never would have parted with that doll.  It’d sat on her bed for nearly 60 years, a gift from her Dad on her wedding day.

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