Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

my coffee, walked onto the front porch, and stood there barefoot. I met her eyes.

She flicked her cigarette out the window. The car rumbled to life. And then she drove away.

That night, I found his old gardening notebook, filled with plans, doodles, dreams. He had drawn marigolds, labeled every seed. I went outside, dug where he marked, planted every continue reading …