The Urn
Part 01
Part 01
It was a
gorgeous day in the old town of Clinton and since it was spring,
there were garage sales scattered around town. The town’s
newest resident, Cassandra, was out for a stroll to look for
decorations in her first apartment. She moved from a big city and
was fresh out of college so she didn’t know anybody in
town. The town was small, but full of friendly people. She went
from garage sale to yard sale looking for good house supplies and
cute decorations.
It was getting close to lunch time, so Cassandra decided to hit one more garage sale before she went home. She walked up to a house that no one where no one was at besides for one old lady sitting by the money box. The house was old and looked like it needed some work but it still had its charms. She looked around the tables and found mostly junk and old things no one would really want. And then she saw it, a beautiful vase. It was black with intricate gold patterns in it. She picked it up to get a better look at it.
“Do you like that urn?” She jumped as she heard the voice of the old lady behind me. She didn’t hear her come up to me at all. She seems like a sweet old lady with her soft white hair pulled back in a bun.
“Urn? I thought it was a vase,” Cassandra said. “That would explain why it has a lid.” She went to open the lid, but the old lady put her hands out like she wanted to take the urn so Cassandra handed it to her.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I found it in the house when I moved in years ago. I never wanted to get rid of it til now,” the old lady said.
“Why now after you’ve had it for so long?” Cassandra asked.
“I’ve had it so long I just think it’s time for some change,” she said. “It’s only ten bucks.”
Cassandra handed the old lady her money and stowed the urn away in her bag. She thanked the old lady and went back home for a nice lunch.
It was getting close to lunch time, so Cassandra decided to hit one more garage sale before she went home. She walked up to a house that no one where no one was at besides for one old lady sitting by the money box. The house was old and looked like it needed some work but it still had its charms. She looked around the tables and found mostly junk and old things no one would really want. And then she saw it, a beautiful vase. It was black with intricate gold patterns in it. She picked it up to get a better look at it.
“Do you like that urn?” She jumped as she heard the voice of the old lady behind me. She didn’t hear her come up to me at all. She seems like a sweet old lady with her soft white hair pulled back in a bun.
“Urn? I thought it was a vase,” Cassandra said. “That would explain why it has a lid.” She went to open the lid, but the old lady put her hands out like she wanted to take the urn so Cassandra handed it to her.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I found it in the house when I moved in years ago. I never wanted to get rid of it til now,” the old lady said.
“Why now after you’ve had it for so long?” Cassandra asked.
“I’ve had it so long I just think it’s time for some change,” she said. “It’s only ten bucks.”
Cassandra handed the old lady her money and stowed the urn away in her bag. She thanked the old lady and went back home for a nice lunch.
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