Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

my shoulder as I held the knife still. The warmth of his wool shirt pressed against my back, smelling of the crisp October air and the cedar trees by the driveway.

“You look beautiful in this autumn light, Martha,” he said softly, his voice low near my ear.

I let my hands rest on the edge of the cutting board, the cool metal of my silver continue reading …