Open the boxes

Josh had aleady made a few steps towards the boxes of his dad's things, it seemed silly to turn elsewhere now.

He crossed the room to the pile of boxes and gave them a once over. Some didn't seem like they'd be much use in his current endeavour, clearly labeled with a marker pen to read "books", "office" and "excercise equipment" but one box near the top, that was yet to be taped up, caught his eye. The box read "clothes" and through the open top Josh could make out a pile of his father's clothes, unceremoniously dumped into the box.

He reached in and pulled out a handful of items, praying they were all clean. He found a few pairs of his dad's yellowing tighty whiteys. Part of him was curious to try then on and see what his father was packing.

Among the pile was also a few work out vests, he father had always prided himself on staying incredibly fit and healthy and Josh had always wondered how he'd look with a similar muscular build.

A few other assorted jackets, trousers and shoes were also nesstled at the bottom of the box.