Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

dust and the wet wool coats hanging on the rack by the door.

The steam pipes rattled against the low ceiling, sending a dry, rhythmic hiss through the chilly room that made my teeth ache.

Russell was leaning against a long folding table near the pantry, his rapidly tapping foot echoing off the green linoleum floor. He was wearing his gray suit, the fabric continue reading …