Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

the weight off my leg so sharp that I had to catch my breath. The deep throb in my calf did not stop, pulsing in time with the quiet hum of the refrigerator.

The house grew quiet after David left, the dry maple leaves scraping against the clapboard siding in the rising evening wind.

I sat on the edge of my mattress, the bedroom lamp continue reading …