An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

she resumed typing.

“We will let the hospital take the official statement,” Wendy said.

The ambulance shifted as we hit the main road, the rusted chain of my old red bicycle clinking in the garage behind us as we pulled away.

I could still see my mother, Jennifer, standing by the screen door, her fingers smoothing her linen skirt over and over in the continue reading …