Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

near the center of the spine.

Three pages had been neatly sliced out of the ledger, leaving only a jagged edge of paper near the thread.

I placed the yellowed ledger into my deep desk drawer and slid it shut until the brass lock clicked.

I stared at the empty space where three pages had been torn from the binding of the ledger.

The cardboard continue reading …