Chapter 14: Half a Mile from the County Fair

Dining in the rain, wandering an Ozian ribbon of road, honey pots, fuzzy stomached bears, and knocking on the door of a peppermint cottage.

I don’t know if it is the mango I’ve eaten on the park bench that morning or the food at the Sunday lunch, but within an hour of setting out, I am sick-sick.

My legs feel like cement. Within two hours of saying goodbye to my friends from the brunch, I’m running a temperature. Things are becoming feverishly surreal. I am as tired after this short late af…