An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

of the police car reflected off the quiet waters of Silver Lake.

The morning sun hit the yellow tomatoes hanging from the vines by the back fence. I sat in a green wicker chair with a plaid cushion, my hands resting on my knees.

Caroline walked out of the back door carrying two white mugs. She did not ask how my back felt, which was the greatest kindness continue reading …