Rehab

<p>"Parting the wind as she ran, Azalea turned on Hobble Street, tripped on her untied shoelace and fell in a pool of October rain. A bosomy red gush drowned the cap of her knee. It was as bright as her rainbow-red sneakers, her reveling mood! Azalea reached in to touch the river that was flooding out of her. A warmness filled her as she scooped out fishes! Magic, thought Azalea. What joy! She reached in to scoop out a fishtail and pulled out a yellow mermaid. "What surprise!" Azalea exclaimed, dripping blood from her fingertips.</p><p>"Are you okay, young lass?" an elder asked, staring at her losing blood.</p><p>"Just fishing!" assured Azalea. The mermaid dodged her finger-fishing, trying to grab onto her pretty mermaid tail. Then vanished.</p><p><br></p><p>Read this harrowing tale of trauma, addiction, and self-loathing. Rose Collins'' eye for psychological detail and flair for concision will win you over.</p>