Wednesday, October 10, 2012

100 Words a Day 66


He didn't remember the pain, or the ride in the ambulance. People told him he had been talking the whole time. He didn't remember anything before waking up later that night.

Truth be told, any amount of physical pain would have been preferable to what he was feeling now.

He was a cripple. His dreams were lying back at the scene of the accident, mixing with his blood as the two were washed away by the rain.

Any dreams that were left streamed down his cheeks. His tears ran through his mangled hands, and landed on his coarse hospital blanket.

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