“One hand planted on the top rail, slick from a recent rain, I swung my legs sideways, up and over. Home free. Until my bottom foot clipped the post, and I spun as if caught in a crocodile’s death roll.… — A and E Kirk Copy Share Image
“He swung his legs over the side of the bed, waiting to see if the pain would catch up with him before he attempted to stand. Sometimes the migraines hung around for days, but this one was gone. He let” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
