This is a very short story about someone who can’t work, no matter how angry and desperate others are.
There he stood in his fire retardant jacket, rubber boots, Kevlar helmet painted bright red, fire hook in one heavy gloved hand. He has the latest oxygen kit, not a big tank like the old men.
FIRE!! FIRE!! They cried! This young man was new in town, no job yet. Old men run up… start grabbing his tools, his clothes and mugged him telling–“No, you are not from here. We need these.”
tbc…
This is not quite the story I started with. You get the idea though. KSPL may have interfered, I steered it back enough and stopped it at tbc.
Let’s continue anyway.
There now stands an injured young person, without their protective gear and some neighbors run up and start yelling at him while he is bleeding and sore on the ground. “HURRY!!! We helped pay for your parents (not you though) why are you not helping stop that fire?!”
Oops… STILL NOT THE STORY I HAD IN MIND.
KSPL may be interfering.
I’m going to try this differently. KSPL may still be interfering.
Boy. All fire gear standing in yard, house on fire. Others come, steal his stuff. Others run up and swear and yell at boy to DO SOMETHING!!! This is Anakin.
Okay… I’ve got part of the steering wheel back on this story… not going correctly…
Well, this is the problem. I’m Rod Serling now. “We have a spirit trying to save and help spirits…”
STOP!!!! THE [censored] YOU CAN’T BE HERE. (angry at Rod. Others walk up like drugged people, dull minded. Ordered: Get him out of here!)
more later…
Oh well. Brought you by KSPL. “We don’t always finish the notes anyway.”