Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

at the blue pill bottle on the counter, the one that had started all of this, and felt a sudden, deep sense of distance from the town where I had spent forty years of my life. The neighbors who had shared my garden tools and bought my baked goods at the school fundraisers were now looking at me as a threat to their survival.

By six o’clock, the hunger continue reading …