“A yard sale?!” they exclaimed in unison.
“But why?” asked Jonathan, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
“Have you seen the junk that’s been collecting in the attic?” responded his wife curtly.
Looking at the blank faces of her husband and two kids staring back at her, Annie sighed.
“Come on then, quick march!”
Up in the attic, Simon was the first to stake claim.
“My baseball glove!”
“The one you’d forgotten existed?” snapped his mother.
“My fishing jacket!” said Jonathan, seizing the faded garment.
“You’ve not been fishing in over five years!” Annie groaned.
“Aww, my silk corsage,” Ally smiled dreamily, as fond memories of her prom night from four years ago flashed through her mind.
Annie cleared her throat in an unusually loud manner.
Six pleading pairs of eyes glanced up at her, their treasures clutched firmly in their hands, signs of claiming the rest of their valuables abundantly clear.
“What kind of a yard sale is this?” Mrs. Prescott looked confused.
All she could see was a glass cupboard, a coupled of grey marble slabs and few pieces of clothing.
Mum had been determined to get rid of even one useless item, besides, she’d already printed the flyers.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction