Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

damp from the early morning mist.

Our steps fell into a synchronized rhythm, the soles of our shoes crunching against the crushed limestone path.

I kept my pace slightly behind his shoulder, watching the way he swung his arms, a little stiffly at first, then with more ease as the warmth of the movement took hold.

We passed the first quarter-mile marker,continue reading …