Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

key that lay in the corner.

Arthur shifted in his chair, his eyes closed as if he were simply resting after a long day of physical labor.

I looked at his face, the tension around his mouth slightly softened, his breathing slow and regular.

The small pharmacy bag from the clinic sat on the corner of his dresser upstairs, still stapled shut.

I knew the paper continue reading …