Wires

Wires

It was such an easy fix. It would have cost maybe twenty-dollars. Instead, the boss had insisted that the smoke was just “burn-off.” “Nothing to worry about,” his boss said. When they finally pried his still living hand from his dead skin, all he could think about was the little bit of money his boss saved in exchange for his livelihood.

Words by Cynthia M. Gayton

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