Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

leaned his weight onto the metal shoulder of the shovel, his wristwatch catching the autumn light.

I watched him turn the dark, rich soil, the smell of decaying leaves rising up from the ground.

“How is your leg feeling today?” David asked, not looking up from his work.

“No stiffness at all,” I said.

“The swelling is completely gone.”

“Good,” he said, adjusting continue reading …