I was visited by three strangers. The first, an anxious man., knocked on my door, I opened, and he held a small cactus. His red face could only wince and whimper as the prickles drew blood from his hands. I asked why didn’t he just drop it, but he told me that he wouldn’t know where.
The second, a desperate woman, had a leech, large and plump, attached to her neck, draining the life from her, leaving her with just enough to stand. I asked why couldn’t she just remove it, but she thought that she would die.
The last, a man whose face betrayed his shame, kept looking away from my eyes, too afraid for me to see him. He so desperately needed to be heard, but he just didn’t know what to say.
The Deep End 