The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

waiting for the exhibition to end. The room smelled of pine needles from the yard and the faint, sweet scent of Carol’s lavender soap.

Ivy began to loosen the brass screws of the easel, folding the support legs inward so they could store it in the closet. Carol helped her, holding the center post steady as Ivy worked.

“It feels lighter in here tonight,continue reading …