Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

Arthur said.

We walked back to the apartment under a sky that smelled of coming snow.

Inside the living room, I picked up the framed photograph of David from the table where I had laid it while cleaning.

I wiped a small smudge of dust off the glass with the corner of my sleeve.

I placed the photo back in its prominent spot on the shelf right between the continue reading …