Please Don’t Die On Me
Sitting here in this Café drinking my morning cup of coffee, watching people walk by the big bay window. Like I do every day before I start my morning in my very quiet office across the street. I got up and got me a Danish before I left the Café, thinking I will eat it at my desk.
As I was stepping out the café door I heard somebody yelling “Help me, Help me”
I look around to find out what is going on, which when I looked at the corner of the block I saw somebody lay