Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

line. It did not stop; it kept going toward the highway, its exhaust making a small white cloud in the cold air.

I watched the red truck disappear around the bend by the old mill, leaving the street completely quiet again.

The radiator in the probate records office hissed as the clerk stamped the blue seal onto the thick cream paper.

The sound of the continue reading …