Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

the last of the gray light from the yard.

“The land is safe now, Mabel,” he said, his voice low in the quiet room. “And that is all that needs to be.”

I looked at the cedar chest, its dark wood catching the red glow from the stove door.

“Is it?” I asked.

He did not answer.

By six o’clock, the first flakes of snow were drifting down, small continue reading …