Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

thick mass of wet pine needles from the aluminum gutter.

I walked down the drive, the cold wind catching the hem of my cardigan and chilling my arms.

“You do not have to do that,” I said, looking up at him.

He cleared his throat, pausing on the rung of the ladder before throwing another handful of leaves to the grass below.

“They were backed up,” Arthur continue reading …