Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

spade toward Gail’s yard.

At twelve o’clock, the sun was directly overhead, filling my kitchen with a bright, clean light.

I sat at the kitchen table, the car keys still warm in my hand.

The drive back from Logan County had been quiet and peaceful, the roads mostly empty.

On the table sat a new prescription bottle.

It was not the cheap blue plastic bottle continue reading …