Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

into the twilight.

Clara slammed the trunk of her blue sedan, the sharp metallic sound echoing across the quiet water of the lake before dying out in the tall pine trees.

She stood by the rear bumper for a moment, wiping her hands on her wool trousers, then walked slowly back up the wooden steps of the porch.

I sat in the green wicker continue reading …