Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

label was slightly crooked on the glass, the gold borders looking cheap in the direct glare of the afternoon sun.

At four, I walked into the apiary office, where the small window looked out over the gravel lot and the old tractor barn.

The room smelled of old paper and the stale coffee Arthur kept in his thermos.

Arthur was sitting in the squeaking vinyl continue reading …