Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

counter, his hand resting on the edge of the wood as he stared at the small blue bag. His face was pale, and he had not touched the television since lunchtime.

“Is this what forty years comes down to?” Arthur asked, his voice quiet but sharp. “An overnight bag by the door because I do not want to walk in the damp air?”

“It is about continue reading …