Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

of Donald’s flashlight cut through the dark yard.

The cold metal of the park bench seeped through Mike’s heavy leather vest the next afternoon.

Sarah sat beside him, her fingers constantly working at the velcro strap of her blue wrist brace.

Twenty yards away, Tyler pumped his legs on the swing, his faded green shirt fluttering in the sharp wind off Lake continue reading …