Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

two look like you are trying to set a record,” Clara said, her voice brisk and clear in the cold air.

“We did the full three miles, Clara,” Arthur said, stopping in front of her and taking one of the water bottles.

“Without stopping?” she asked, her eyes moving down to his grey shoes, which were now dusty with white limestone.

“We stopped to look at a continue reading …