Tag: Cross Community Outreach x 1

Tluck...tlock....

Two drops of water fell from the faucet on the opposite side of her office. The room was sparse, boxes piled on the walls from storage, paperwork was strewn across her desk. It had been weeks since she'd opened the door to this place again, only to realize it wasn't what it had been before.

 It was as if the warmth had been drawn from under the doorway and escaped in her absence. The bright colors of the wall seemed muted and aged. The paperwork, where it had once felt meaningful...was empty and stale. There were no clients. She'd need to walk the community once again and start the services. Those that she had on the ledger had been crossed off. Passed away, killed, mercied... there weren't many of the original...