Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

the bristles. There was no hurry now. The court date had passed, the lawyers had gone back to their offices, and the red sedan was somewhere on a highway leading west, far beyond the borders of Ohio.

“The green is coming back to the walls, just where it belongs,” I said to the empty hallway.

The words did not sound lonely. They sounded continue reading …