Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

A row of bright orange plastic ribbons fluttered from wooden stakes driven straight into the damp earth along the edge of Arthur’s property. The stakes ran in a clean, cold line from the ditch by the road all the way back into his stand of mature oaks.

I leaned over my porch railing at eight in the morning, holding my sweater tight against the autumn continue reading …