Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

call out, and he did not move toward the fence.

I cleared my throat, the sound small in the wide afternoon. I simply tilted my head in his direction, offering a quiet nod of greeting.

Arthur rubbed his thumb against his palm, his gloved hand resting on the wooden railing of his porch. He returned the nod, a single slow bend of his head,continue reading …