Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

up a dry heat that smelled of old hymnals and concrete.

Gale was busy stacking heavy cans of creamed corn into cardboard boxes. She stopped to twist her silver cocktail ring, her eyes scanning the basement stairs before she leaned closer to me.

“Has our dear Arthur signed that development paper yet, Mabel?” she asked, her voice dropping to a stage whisper.continue reading …