Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

bag contained a new prescription David had written, one that Arthur had not yet mentioned to me.

I did not ask him about it, choosing instead to let the quiet of the room remain undisturbed for the rest of the afternoon.

For the first time in months, Arthur did not turn on the television the moment he sat down.

The hum of the old refrigerator continue reading …