Below is Part 10 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
Avoiding the cruel gaze of the looking glass, Mildred rooted through the mess strewn across the bureau for the little bottle of white pills. Unsuccessful, she limped back to her bed. As it turned out, they had been sitting on the bedside table the entire time.
She gently rubbed her painful and aching legs . Mildred willed them to stop ailing so that she did not have to suffer through the digestive distress that came with Paregoric. Perhaps this time, there would not be things to see. At least, she hoped not.
The light from her window boiled over the blanket she had fashioned into a drape, half-mindedly instructing a relative to nail it to the top of the window frame. A drooping semicircle of light dripped…
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