An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

By eleven, the summer heat was already trapped inside the garage, smelling of damp pine wood, gasoline, and dry rot.

I found the vintage red bicycle in the far corner, wedged behind a stack of winter tires and a rusted lawnmower.

The red paint on the frame was dull and covered in grease, and the rusted chain hung in a limp loop off the teeth of the sprocket.continue reading …