Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

inside was still clean and white.

I handed it to Arthur.

I think this belongs in your archive drawer now, I said.

Arthur took the book, his hand steady as he ran his fingers over the worn blue cloth.

I will keep it next to the original county plat maps, he said.

We began walking down Elm Street toward the diner, our steps matching on the concrete sidewalk.continue reading …