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

time to warm up.

I watched Raymond’s car disappear down the dusty lake road with my fifty dollars.

The kitchen faucet was leaking again by ten the next morning, a steady, rhythmic drop that hit the stainless steel sink with a dull ping that echoed in the quiet room. Outside, the lake was a flat, slate-gray sheet, matching the heavy continue reading …