Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

on the pine table, its leather corners worn down to the gray board beneath.

Arthur was sitting in the low chair by the window, his cedar chest open on the floor beside him.

He reached down and picked up the green ledger, his fingers tracing the faded gold lettering on the spine.

“It belongs back in the cedar,” he said.

He placed the book continue reading …