Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

an inch as he exhaled, and then he started walking again.

The second mile was always the hardest part of the trail, where the path climbed a gentle slope through a grove of birch trees.

I watched his heels rise and fall, the grey running shoes catching the weak sunlight that filtered through the bare branches.

He slowed down slightly on the rise, his continue reading …