My Grandfather Left Me Only An Envelope Until I Landed In London And A Driver Was Waiting With My Name

to the same stretch of shoreline where my grandfather had taken me fishing as a child. The water lay steel-blue under a sky just beginning to warm toward sunset. I stood at the edge where the waves moved over dark wet sand and took the silver queen from my pocket.

It caught the light.

I thought about the envelope in the library, the funeral and the gun continue reading …