Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

the lobby, his breath coming in short, visible puffs as he looked at the three of us standing near the reception desk. He rubbed his stiff right knee through his trousers, then let his hand drop to his side.

“I had to park three blocks away,” Arthur said, his voice carrying the rough edge of a man who had spent five days alone in the woods. “The clinic continue reading …