The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

legs that locked into place with thick metal pins.

Ivy touched the smooth wood, running her hand along the sturdy mast that could hold a canvas twice the size of her usual sketches.

“Carol, this must have cost a fortune,” Ivy said.

Carol smoothed the hem of her knit shirt, a small, quiet gesture she always made when she was trying to downplay something.continue reading …