Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the distant murmur of the receptionist on the phone.

Arthur did not look up when my shadow fell across his lap.

“David told me about the sixty percent blockage, Arthur,” I said, standing three feet away from his chair.

“David always was a gossip,” Arthur muttered, his hand tracing the seam of his trousers.continue reading …