Bookshelf c. 2012
Your bookshelf says more than you know
The short fiction of j hardy carroll
Your bookshelf says more than you know
Standing at the back of the hushed hallway I could only hear every other word the docent was saying. My husband craned his head to listen. “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Something about the woman who lived here and the widow’s walk. I guess the old ship captain died at sea or something.” Little Herbie…