An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

I braced for a collision that didn’t come. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over my face, his gold ring catching the glare of the sun.

“You’re running a really tired play here,” he said, using his coaching voice, the one he used when he wanted to crowd the referee. “Always trying to get everyone to feel sorry for you because you can’t stay on two continue reading …