Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

line, the ink drying dark and permanent on the white paper.

“We will process this this afternoon,” Sarah said, taking the form and the brass key.

I walked out of the office and down the steps to my car.

The deposit slip fluttered into the trash bin, a small price to pay for our future.

By five o’clock, the afternoon sun had turned the continue reading …