Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

She placed the box in her trunk and slammed the lid down with a heavy thud.

I did not answer her, turning instead to drop the plastic cuff case into the metal bin.

By six o’clock, the wind had died down, leaving the air cold and still as the dusk settled over the neighborhood.

David sat on the top step of my porch, holding a large white envelope from continue reading …