Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

lower back.

He set the bags in the trunk of the Buick and pressed the heavy lid down until the latch clicked.

“You have your medication?” I asked, walking to the edge of the gravel.

Arthur did not look at me. He kept his eyes on the chrome emblem on the trunk.

“I have what I need,” he said.

“Arthur, the cabin is thirty miles away,” I said.continue reading …