Sssssspring Cleaning

By Kathy Spencer
 
The musty smell was coming from the bottom of my side of the closet. It was fully covered with old tennis shoes partially filled with sand and caliche’, belts, boots, toys, window curtain rods, pieces of an old kite, (it had been wrecked pretty badly colliding with the windmill) but it was a pretty color and I could use the string again for something, like maybe for a yo-yo or my prized wooden spinning top. Also at the back of that den of unexplored territory, an old mirror was leaning against the back.
 
To view more please log in or subscribe to the digital edition. http://www.etypeservices.com/Baird%20StarID151/