Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

down two mugs, preparing a pot of cinnamon tea to take the chill off the morning.

The stove burner hummed as the water heated, the steam rising into the quiet room. I took the small white pharmacy bag from my purse and set it on the table next to Arthur.

The new prescription bottle was small and amber, the white label pristine and untouched.continue reading …