An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

for anyone to disagree.

I went inside to fetch the heavy ceramic salad bowl at four o’clock, glad to leave the bright, pressing sun of the deck.

The kitchen was cooler than the deck, smelling of old copper pans hanging from the ceiling rack and the damp wood of the cabinets under the sink.

I opened the heavy door of the refrigerator,continue reading …