Jilted, a doctor gets stuck and dies after she climbs down the chimney in the house of her on-again, off-again boyfriend. How was she going to squeeze through the damper? What did she think about after she got stuck? Did she still believe in Santa Claus?
A fellow's suicide attempt fails after he falls 49 floors onto cushions in the back seat of a car. He couldn't walk away because both legs were broken. Now what?
A friend once told me he doesn't read fiction. I don't believe it. As time passes, inaccuracies in each story will come out. Nonfiction becomes fiction. Fiction becomes nonfiction.
What is real is the passion that caused each story, the anger, the hurt, the disappointment.
What can we do to help someone who feels so terrible?
Keeping it simple
4 days ago