Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

of clear polish on her fingernails.

The old wood of the front door felt solid under my hand.

I pulled my wool coat tight around my shoulders and stepped out onto the sidewalk, locking the door behind me with a single turn of the key.

The air smelled of woodsmoke and cold earth as I stood on the pavement.

A gentle breeze shook the branches of the maple continue reading …