Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

his head.

“The stakes are just there, Mabel,” he said.

I pulled my glasses off and polished them with the hem of my cardigan. The damp smell of decaying oak leaves was heavy in the air, and a flock of crows was making a racket over in the cornfields.

“They look like surveyor marks,” I said, putting my glasses back on. “They’re three feet onto your side continue reading …