At what point does “heaven” help those who help themselves? What about the helpless?
I wait as the phone rings. Once, twice. I start to panic. I hope no one would pick up. That the answering machine would come on. There is a shuffling sound and then a voice. Faint. Still, I almost end it, but I wait. After all, I’ve come this far. “Hello?” “Hi.” My voice soundsContinue reading “#2 Spur of the Moment”