Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

delivered our letters for fifteen years, stepped out to drop three envelopes into the metal box.

I grabbed my cardigan from the hook by the door and walked down the gravel path, my leg aching with every step but my stride deliberate.

“Morning, Miriam,” Jerry said, tipping his blue cap as he turned back toward his vehicle. “Fine autumn day, if the wind continue reading …