Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

plastic trash bin by the side of the porch.

I looked down into the bin, where she had tossed her empty paper coffee cup from this morning.

Tucked inside the cup, folded in half, was another copy of the same developer’s business card she had just taken from me.

I reached in and pulled the wet card out, staring at the corporate logo in the dim porch light.continue reading …