An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

backward into the open air of the stairwell.

My heel caught the edge of the riser.

The pine banister slid past my fingers, too fast to grip. I did not have time to reach out before the first wooden edge struck my lower back.

The sound of my own body hitting the steps was a dull, heavy thud. I rolled twice, my shoulder slamming against the wall, before continue reading …