I Don’t Think So by K McLain

Jane was beginning to question her own sanity. Flipping through the envelopes laid out on her dresser, she counted again. “Should be six, one for each month.  That’s two-thousand-five-hundred plus missing times two, three…” Fanning the envelopes out again didn’t cause the missing ones to materialize. Newscaster noise percolated from the next room.  “…scorching heatwave...