Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

and dry, disappearing into the dark grass of my front yard.

I stood near the porch steps, watching the way the white dots showed against the black bark of the old oak tree on the line.

Arthur came across the lawn, his boots making no sound in the grass.

He was carrying a small wooden box, no larger than a deck of cards, carved from a piece of light birch.continue reading …