Sunday Creative word prompt - Timeworn
A faint musty smell floated on the air as she ascended the stairs. Gently she let her hand brush against the wall. She remembered there was a light switch at the top of the stairs. As she reached the top, she decided to pause for a moment in the dark. Childhood memories flooded in as she closed her eyes.
The switch was there as she remembered and the single light bulb illuminated the attic space. The ceiling was low and she could not fully stand as she made her way towards the only window. The glass was dirty with age and just enough light entered to show the dust particles floating on the air. There in the far corner rested the timeworn suitcase of her grandmother. She gently lifted it from where it had sat all these years. She carried it nearer the light where she could better see. As she pressed the knobs, the latches sprung open to reveal the neatly arranged contents. "Ah, there it is" she said as she lifted the bundle from within.