Reta Saborowski

Tell Me About the Olden Days

Kara watched her grandfather surveying the field. He carefully pulled his tattered black notebook from the chest pocket of his work shirt. It was held together by a blue elastic, that stretched around the coupons and bits of paper that he had collected in his travels. He retrieved the stubby pencil that was behind his ear, licked the tip and opened the book to a blank page. He began making scratchy marks, quickly, as if he were trying to write something down quickly before he forgot.