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

dry leaves that had drifted onto the road.

I stood there until the sound of his engine faded into the distance.

The driveway was quiet again.

I looked down at the empty road, my fingers wrapping around the small brass key in my pocket.

The sky was turning the color of lead.

I got back into my car and turned the key in the ignition.

The heater took a long continue reading …