Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

down, letting the warmth of the mug seep into my fingers as I watched the shadows lengthen across the grass.

A few minutes later, the screen door slid open with a soft hum, and Arthur joined me, carrying his own mug of hot cider. He sat in the chair next to mine, his long legs stretching out in front of him.

“The kitchen is clean,” he said, taking a continue reading …