Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

The dial of the safe was small and stiff. I placed my fingertips against the raised ridges of the metal, turning it slowly to the right. The first number was forty-two. I felt the tiny, precise resistance inside the mechanism, a series of faint clicks that vibrated through the metal dial and into the bones of my fingers. I stopped exactly on the mark.continue reading …