The Driveway Has Two Sides

Sometimes it takes a little searching to find “the one.” On an East Coast island, full of tall pine moaning with sea gusts, Delilah moves into a cottage by the shore. The neighbors gossip as they watch her cleaning, black hair tied back in a white rubber band. They don’t like it when she plants a garden out front-orange-red Carpinus caroliniana and silvery-blue hosta. Very unusual, they whisper. Across the driveway lives a man who never goes out. Delilah knows he’s watching her too and she likes the look of him, but perhaps life is too complicated already.