Short Story: Garage Sale

Genre: general, slice of life


Each of them had contributed something to the garage sale. Most were second hand, some even third and fourth hand, but remained in decent condition.

But the clear favourites were the items that looked brand new. Shiny utensils, pristine books, and vibrant clothes disappeared quickly to new homes.

The items he brought were different. Like him, they were old. They weren’t dusty or dirty, but the patina that had formed over them over the years looked out of place in a society that favoured sleek and ‘modern’ designs.

In the beginning, he was confident that there were people who would appreciate the aged beauty of the things he had brought to the table. Now, he wondered if he had been too optimistic.

“Uncle, can I have this?” asked a young lady as she held the music box he had owned since he was her age.

He smiled.




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