Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

shifted into reverse, backed slowly down the driveway, and turned onto the main road.

The taillights of his Buick faded down the street, leaving the porch quiet and empty.

The brass key felt cold against my palm as I pushed open the heavy oak door of the townhouse on Maple Street. It was exactly ten o’clock on a Tuesday morning, the hour the leasing continue reading …