Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

September.”

Gail looked out over her front yard, watching a yellow leaf spin as it fell to the grass.

“I was so tired,” she said.

“I thought I was just getting old.”

“We are getting old,” I said, a small smile touching my lips.

“But we shouldn’t have to worry about our medicine.”

Gail let out a small, soft laugh, her shoulders moving slightly.continue reading …