Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

him walk to his truck, his headlights cutting through the growing darkness of the street.

Gail’s daughter stood near the clinic mailbox at the corner, her coat buttoned against the evening chill.

She watched Regina’s car pull out of the parking lot for the last time.

By ten o’clock the next morning, the sun had finally broken through the high gray clouds,continue reading …