Something Old

With gentle force, she pulled the tattered sheet off the ornate dresser. A cloud of dust plumed into the air, swirling around the wooden beauty. It was full of curves: soft to look at, but hard to the touch as she traced her fingers across each hand-carved detail.

She imagined her grandmother’s perfumes that once were displayed upon it: potent and flowery. Its finish had been worn from it being opened and closed, battered and bumped, over the years. It was her plan to give it life, once more.

She opened the smooth plastic container of chalk paint, and a new, clean smell filled the space. Gentle brush strokes covered each camber and cranny with paint. Once the paint dried, she used the coarse edge of her sanding block and found her rhythm. Sweat dripped down her forehead and onto her temples as she distressed and sanded each edge to perfection.

Once she was done buffing and shining the sticky wax, she stopped to stand and marvel that something old was new again.

Photo courtesy of Nathan Anderson/Stocksnap.io

Categories fiction, Microstories, Uncategorized

11 thoughts on “Something Old

  1. You incorporated all the senses in this piece well. Check your pronouns. You have the narrator drying, and the finish on the dresser being opened and closed.

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  2. I love the alliterations you’ve added – camber and cranny, battered and bumped.This piece sounds so rich, Danielle!

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  3. Your descriptive language is beautiful from the soft to look at, but hard to the touch curves as well as the all the alliterations. The piece did leave me wanting more of a story.

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  4. A lovely little piece of pure description here. I loved the alliteration and the contrasting old/new senses. 🙂

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  5. A short and sweet piece indeed. I wish I knew more about refinishing, I couldn’t picture the finished dresser.

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  6. This is so descriptive, from the flowery perfumes to the hard work she is putting into her project. Thanks for another memory and thought evoking piece.

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