Absent Samaritan
Jul 18th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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He used the lamppost to drag himself to his feet, having groped for the muddy spectacles.
“Help,” he thought he called, clamping the damaged frame to his face to supplement the remaining arm. “I’ve been mugged.”
But he couldn’t have made a noise. Surely the trio who passed would have stopped if he had?
He steadied himself against pain and dizziness and tried to focus his remaining energy into a shout for aid.
He watched through smeared lenses as they faded into the rain: ghosts into oblivion.
He couldn’t be sure they’d heard.
The blood seemed the only irrefutable fact.
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