Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

his savior.

I was just an intrusive neighbor who had made herself a target for the town’s gossip.

Arthur stood up slowly, his joints popping in the quiet afternoon air.

He did not offer a hand or a word of comfort as he stepped down onto the grass.

I stood alone on my porch as Arthur walked back to his dark house without looking back.

The fluorescent lights continue reading …