Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

hem tight and used it to polish my glasses, keeping my eyes on her face. “The books are not heavy, Gale.”

“Well, do not overexert yourself,” she said, her silver ring catching the light as she gestured toward the door. “We need our best volunteers healthy for the bazaar.”

She turned and walked up the stairs, her low heels clicking on the concrete. As continue reading …