Saturday, September 10, 2011

scot sothern

She didn't want to say the word, didn't want to pronounce a death sentence. But I
knew what she meant, I didn't want to say the word either. I wasn't ready to even
consider it. Wasn't I, after all, Superman, and not susceptible to puny earthling viruses, diseases, afflictions? I was the hero of my story. I was supposed to end up better, not worse.