Lead Story from January 2021 Issue

October 28, 1925

 

      Andrew readied for sleep in the front room of Vivian’s grandmother’s cabin. There would be no love tonight, but that was all right. He’d washed up as best he could but still felt grimy from the road and shaken by the long day’s drive. His hands, always so tightly gripped on the wheel, felt old and cramped. He needed rest. 

     

 

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