Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

pennies and paper clips.

It was just a piece of brass now, a symbol of a path we did not have to take.

I closed the drawer, the quiet latch clicking into place with a definitive, satisfying sound.

Arthur was standing by the kitchen counter, looking down at two small slips of paper that lay beside the toaster. He did not look worried continue reading …