Draft(ed): Decoupage
He drops the shoe box of family photos on the concrete floor of the garage. He feels the chill on the sole of his feet, even though the morning air hovers around 71. He searches for the bucket of varnish he purchased yesterday and finds it alone by the garage door, next to the his and hers bikes and the beach chairs and beach umbrella that lean up against the unpainted wall. A fine layer of dust covers the bikes and beach gear. Nothing else occupies the garage, no tools, no boxes, no christmas ornaments, no lawn mower, nothing else save for a side table he brought into the garage from the living room, the one she intended on decorated with family photographs, a job which she left for him to do. He knew she wanted him to do it, not by asking him, though that would have been much easier. No, she did what she always did, left for him a little hint that she wanted him to do it by placing the shoe box with the photographs on the dining room ta...