Friday, October 10, 2008
Brandon heaved a great sigh of disappointment and collapsed on Westminster Boulevard. Melanie was gone and he was spent. The rescue mission thwarted by an absentee captive, his thoughts turned to more practical matters, defibrillators, open heart surgery and the like. Medical intervention was the preferable option now, but lying here in the middle of all these frogs he could feel himself slipping away. It would be an unfitting end he thought, his whole life gone and he hadn't even started living yet.