Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

down at the open notebook in my lap.

He reached across the desk and took my hand, his palm warm and steady.

The gravel of the municipal park parking lot crunched under our tires at precisely ten minutes to nine the following morning.

Arthur did not make his usual sigh when he turned off the ignition.

The silence in the Buick was different continue reading …