He’s been that way since Thursday.
I squatted down to get a better look at his face. He seemed younger than his chart indicated, perhaps not even a teenager. It was hard to tell with all the blood.
We found him this way.
They had said “self-inflicted.” This was hard to believe. The damage was far more extensive than anything I had seen in my thirty years here. I suppose it was possible, but it didn’t make sense.
Don’t let the straitjacket lull you–he is quite dangerous.
My pity got the best of me. That’s all I can say.
Dear Randy,
Pity will do that to you. An enigmatic story for a matching picture.
Aloha,
Doug
Lovely slant on the prompt. Well written with an admirable less is more…
I don’t want to think about what damage he inflicted. Good story.
Love how the last line hints at so much more that happened next, and how it didn’t turn out as well as the narrator might have hoped.
Sometimes pity and kindness work; sometimes not. Dangerous to try…
We see it all the time…how pity push us into stupidity. And somehow we are always surprised by the consequences. Good story.
ah, pity will do it to you everytime. Very sad for the narrator.
Well-written.