Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

we do,” I said.

I turned and walked away before she could reply, leaving her standing by the empty folding tables with her red coat buttoned tight against the wind.

The sun was beginning to drop behind the hill when I reached my

front porch, the air smelling of wet brick and old leaves. I did not sleep well that night, the image of Gale’s continue reading …