Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

crisp October light.

“Miriam, you are limping,” Gail said, setting down her green watering can.

“It is probably just the damp autumn weather,” I said.

I tapped my index finger against my collarbone as I sat on her wicker chair, trying to find a position that did not pull at the muscle. My left ankle was visibly thicker than the right, stretching the fabric continue reading …