Character Sketch III

Later                                                                                                                                                    A young guy, wearing gold framed granny glasses in front of smiling brown eyes, grabs his crutches. He heads to his tent. He enters and sits. He pulls a belt tight around his bicep and slides a needle in his vein.

Too Late                                                                                                                                          His sister disimpacts him. The odor is vile. His siblings are there. He’s relieved to have them. The love is unyielding. He is their job. As his breath rattles in suffocation, he leaves them with enduring love.


About elroyjones

Married, no children, responsibly self-directed, living happily.
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