I Saw This at an Estate Sale by the Kitchen Sink
I almost didn’t notice it.
Estate sales train you to scan quickly: furniture first, then art, then the tables of “miscellaneous” where lives dissolve into piles of forks, tangled cords, and expired warranties. Kitchens are usually last. They smell like dust and lemon cleaner, and everything worth wanting has already been claimed.
But there it was, sitting by the sink.
It looked like a bar of soap.
