Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

The sky outside had turned a deep, dark blue, the streetlamps along the block casting long shadows across the basement floor.

“Thank you, Sarah,” I said.

I unclipped the green guest pass from my collar and laid it on the desk beside the agricultural files. I did not need the badge to feel like I belonged in the room anymore.

“Have a good weekend,” Sarah continue reading …