Fiction Friday: To Return, or Not to Return
By Leslie Lindsay Another piece from my novel-in-progress. This is a section from a chapter in which a married woman is considering returning a long-lost book to a former boyfriend. [Remember, it’s fiction. Remember, it’s original. If you like great–if you don’t, that’s okay too. But please don’t claim as your own. Thanks. And enjoy reading it]. I could mail the book to Steve’s home. I had his address, after all. The solid-looking two-story presented itself in my mind’s eye. The Estates of Cherrydale Farms. I’d been there before. I could go there again. I wouldn’t have to see him. I could just slip it into his mailbox or tuck it onto the threshold of the front door. It’s what any good friend or neighbor might do. How many times had I returned a casserole dish to a neighbor in our own cul-de-sac, leaving it on her wicker bench sitting atop her front porch with a note of thanks, praising her culinary skills? Or, the times I got a random itch to bake and …