Fresh Air Fiend

Description

They were crinkled and dead and pointless in the limited blossom box over the cottage. He attempted to draw his arm under his body to constrain himself erect. The hold oxygen started to murmur in drowsily. He attempted to flag Hertha to help him, however she was over the live with her back to him, her hands bumbling with a bowl of dull, sweet medication. His lips moved, yet the words passed on in his throat.