Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

to go home and start dinner, Martha. You are seeing things that aren’t there.”

The gravel in Clara’s driveway crunched under my boots at seven o’clock. The evening air was cold, carrying the sharp scent of damp oak leaves from the woods behind her house.

Arthur was standing by the tailgate of his truck, his silhouette dark against the yellow porch light.continue reading …