Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

and snapped the brass latches shut with a loud click.

“Have a nice walk home,” Russell said, brushing past me without waiting for a reply.

By five o’clock, the light had drained from the sky, leaving my living room in deep shadow. I did not turn on the lamps, preferring the cold gray stillness that matched the quiet of the street outside.

The house felt continue reading …