A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway

It was wide and heavy, but the wheels rolled easily over the smooth asphalt path.

We walked side by side under the trees, keeping our pace slow and even.

“Are you staying in town?” Megan asked as we went past the wooden picnic shelters.

“I signed a lease on the brick house on Maple Street,” I said.

“It’s three blocks from your place.”

“That house has a nice big front porch,” she said.

“It does,” I said.

“I set two rocking chairs out on it this morning.”