Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

The kitchen was warm, the smell of vegetable soup beginning to rise from the small pot on the stove.

I poured myself a glass of water from the tap.

I drank it slowly, watching the water level go down in the glass.

My leg felt strong beneath me as I walked back to the table.

The yellow legal pad was still sitting near the salt shaker.

I reached out and touched continue reading …