Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

oak side table he had built for our twentieth anniversary. “You used to love working with your hands, Arthur.”

Arthur shrugged, his gaze sliding away from the shoes back to the television.

He reached for the remote on his armrest and turned up the volume, the loud voices of the actors filling the room.

I reached down and picked up my purse from the floor continue reading …