A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

the cold plastic of a medicine bottle.

I pulled it out and held it up to the light filtering through the dirty glass panes.

It was an identical, full prescription bottle of potassium supplements, the label printed with Arthur’s name and dated only three days ago.

My fingers went cold as I turned the bottle over in my palm.

On Arthur’s dresser at home, continue reading …