Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

my kitchen, warming the cool autumn air that seeped through the window frames.

Fiona sat at the kitchen island, a glossy travel brochure of the Greek islands spread out between her elbows.

She twirled her silver feather necklace around her finger, her eyes distant as she turned a page.

“The Mediterranean has a different kind of light, Clara,” Fiona said,continue reading …