Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

carefully wiping a damp yellow sponge across its vinyl cover.

“Gale had her donation list out at the diner,” I said, leaning against his counter.

Arthur stopped his hand mid-stroke, the sponge dripping a single drop of water onto the clean linoleum. He paused, his eyes fixed on the green cover before he spoke.

“Gale has many lists,” he said, exactly continue reading …