Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

around my shoulders as the wood warmed my back.

The workshop smelled of cedar oil, dry timber, and the faint, sweet scent of the pipe tobacco Arthur kept in a tin on the shelf.

Arthur turned off the planer, the machine coasting down to a low, clicking hum before stopping completely. He blew a layer of fine dust off the smooth red wood continue reading …