Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

chill. Arthur was already out there, sweeping damp maple leaves off his gravel driveway with a wide push broom.

I cleared my throat before I called out to him.

“Arthur, did you put those stakes in yesterday afternoon?”

Arthur stopped sweeping. He rubbed his right thumb against his palm, looking down at the gravel for three long seconds before he raised continue reading …