Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

cracked.

I kept my hand on the suitcase handle, my back to the street where the streetlights were just beginning to flicker on.

“I am right here, Arthur,” I said, turning slowly.

He walked out onto the porch, the yellow porch light illuminating the deep lines around his mouth. He looked at the bag in my hand, then looked down at his own worn slippers.continue reading …