Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

his leather work gloves and rubbed his thumb against his palm.

“I appreciate your effort, Mabel,” he said, looking at the dark line of trees that marked his property.

“But some lines are meant to be crossed by time,” he added, his voice quiet.

“We can stop the planning commission now,” I said.

He looked at me for three seconds, his face unreadable in the continue reading …