Wednesday, May 11, 2016

100 Words a Day 848

“It’s all your fault this happened to me!” the boy shouted. “Why couldn’t you let me die?” he rolled to face away from the old man and tried to cry quietly into the wall.

The old man stood in the doorway, feeling a twinge in his heart, something a child had never elicited from him before. He didn’t regret saving the boy, but he lamented what it had cost.

There was nothing to be done. The decision had been made. The boy should accept things the way they are and get on with life. There was nothing else to do.

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