Retirement had been rougher on Dudley DuBose. Always way more career-focused than his wife, it had been tough adjusting to the record amount of free time.

The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.

Can you be star-crossed lovers in your sixties? Well, that’s how Tony and Erica looked at each other like there was no one else in the world that mattered more to them.

Tony had been working at the charity shop for a good six months before he found out that it had a basement.

“We could go to Principle Martin’s office right now. An offense like this would lead to a week suspension at best. Pick up the pen and write.”
I sighed and wrote, “Montgomery Sanchez. May 29th, 2005.”

At 10 o’clock on a warm August morning, an old but immaculate big blue Buick slowly pulled up and parked by the front gate of the largest section in Serenity Springs Cemetery, Azalea Falls’ oldest, biggest burial ground.

Berry liked movies. Correction, he loved them.