She Tried To Take His Lake Cabin Before The SUV Pulled Into The Driveway

I was sitting on the dock when she called, my boots on unfinished cedar planks, my coffee cooling beside me, and the lake moving in slow silver lines under the late afternoon light. For the first time in forty-one years, there was no machine screaming near me. No steel being cut. No forklifts backing through narrow lanes. No supervisor calling my name continue reading …