Something Special

The clothes kept coming. The fete was on Saturday, and the clothes kept coming.

In the spare room, the room with the stained-glass windows, the second-hand clothes hang in rows, stirring in the late afternoon sunlight. They are to be sold on Sam's mother's stall at the school fete on Saturday. Sam walks through the rows, brushing velvety sleeves, touching lace, sensing their magic and history.

Sam knows that some of the clothes are Special. Her mother has told her so. But she's soon to find out just how Special they really are.