Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

the dust from her jeans. “We have forty minutes.”

We carried the rusted tin down the ladder and out to her sedan, the cold afternoon air hitting our faces as we hit the gravel driveway.

Clara drove fast, her hands gripping the steering wheel at ten and two while the tires hummed against the asphalt of the county road. I kept the rusted continue reading …