The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

wool blanket.

She moved slowly, her shoulders tense with the weight of the bundle.

“I had to wait until you were back,” Carol said, setting the heavy bundle down on the rug near the sofa.

She pulled the blanket away to reveal a solid oak easel, its brass fittings gleaming in the afternoon light.

The wood was dark and polished, with heavy continue reading …