The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

agreement, which he accepted with a silent nod.

He remained in the corner chair as I walked out of the room, his eyes fixed once more on his open pocket watch.

The drive back to the orchard was quiet, the windshield wipers on my old car clicking a slow rhythm against the glass.

The autumn air was growing colder as the afternoon faded, and the scent of continue reading …