Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

wedging it firmly so the wind would not carry it away.

I took the grey running shoes out of the cardboard box and set them side by side on the top step, right in front of the screen door.

I left the running shoes on his cabin porch, a quiet challenge in the autumn leaves.

By seven o’clock, the darkness had fully settled over Oak Creek, and I sat in the continue reading …