Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

pepper shakers, leaving only the blue notebook in the center of the dark wood.

I opened the cover, staring at the pages where I had logged his daily progress, his complaints, and the rare moments of cooperation we had shared before he found the lease in my desk.

On a fresh page, I began to write a list. I did not write with anger, but with the steady,continue reading …