He took every call that came his way; talking people down and scooting them to help. He was the best in the game; no one caused more pills to be flushed.
One glowing ember in the dark. Burning flesh smelling sweet. Never enough.
The fire was out, and a note found.
“Who will help ME?”
Posted on Saturday, 13 November 2010
Too Much Giving
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