#SnippetSunday 13: To Dump a Dying Man

Almost didn’t write one this week.  It’s been a bit of a crazy time.  Oh well, on to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors!  The story so far has its own, dedicated page for catching up purposes.  For the first time in forever, we’re sticking with the same scene for a third straight week.  Exciting!

“It’s not like that.”  Or maybe it is, I don’t even know any more.  “I mean, yeah, it was horrible, but how would you have handled it?”

Charlie’s staring at me, and I can’t tell if he’s gone even whiter than before, or if I didn’t notice just didn’t notice.  His eyes are sunken and he’s really, really thin; and suddenly I’m more keenly aware of just how bad off my best friend is than I’ve ever been.

“I don’t know; I’ve never conspired to dump a dying man before.  I’ve never switched teams, either.”

My mouth is dry and I’ve got this profound layer of cold just under my skin, all through my body.  “Just go to California, man.  Get better.”

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