Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

a simple wooden post rotting slightly at the base.

“The creek is high today,” he noted, nodding toward the water rushing over the grey stones to our left.

“They had two inches of rain north of here on Tuesday,” I said.

He did not reply, but he did not slow down either, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.

The limestone gave way to a section of wooden boardwalk continue reading …