She Was Fading


I picked up Delilah’s tiny body and Crow called a cab. By the time we got out of the elevator the taxi was already waiting. Everyone stayed at my house; Crow wanted to come but was afraid they might test him for heroin.

It was a five minute drive to St. Mercy and we went through the emergency entrance.
“Please help her.” I begged the secretary; Delilah was unconscious.

“Right away. What is her name?”

“I don’t know.” I said, and began to cry myself.