Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

glowing red coals inside, and tossed the three sheets straight into the heat.

The paper curled, turned black, and flared into a bright yellow flame.

“Arthur, what are you doing?” I cried. “That was our proof.”

He closed the heavy iron door of the stove and adjusted the damper.

He paused another three seconds, looking down at his boots.continue reading …