Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

light snow.

By nine the next morning, the snow had covered his tracks completely, leaving only a smooth white sheet stretching between our houses.

I stood by the kitchen window, holding my coffee in the blue ceramic mug Arthur had given me. The glaze was a deep, uneven cobalt, warm against my palms as the steam rose into the chilly air of the room.

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