Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

serrated edges digging into my thumb. The key represented a quiet, safe, lonely life. It was a life where I would never have to worry about Arthur’s coronary blockage or his stubborn pride again, but it was also a life where I would have to learn to eat dinner in front of a silent television.

“I do not want to live here alone,” I said.

Clara sighed, continue reading …