not_that_ray

She knows the lie... and me.

She didn't have to. She coulda- She coulda walked away. Without another word. She coulda hated me. For years of her life wasted. Instead she gave me a lie. A lie that was only supposed to do one thing. Give me peace. Woman like that don't kill.

Thought the walk through was for her. I was wrong. Only she could make it right.

But that's another story, ain't it?

Ring!

So I'm about a third of the way through the caps. Here's the first batch all together. Enjoy.

( Hunting Season - 36 Total )

The "Statement of Patient Leaving Against Medical Advice"? Let's rename it. How 'bout "How To Jump Through Hoops In Three Easy Steps"? They make it long on purpose, don't they?

Can't fill it out? Can't check out.

He's already moved the stack once. It doesn't stop him from moving it again. From one side of the desk to the other. This time though he takes the time to rifle through the layers, looking not just under but between the loose sheets of paper. The stack hemorrhages paper clips and scraps of small scribblings as he does so. Some land on his lap. Others fall onto the floor or into the trash can.

"Gotta..."

The whole thing teeters. Ray is, of course, oblivious. It's abandoned in favor of the top drawer of his desk. He yanks it open and thrusts his hand in, moving the mess inside around with no rhyme or reason. The contents haven't changed since the last time he looked five minutes ago.

"... be here..."

He slams it home, causing the entire desk to stagger. The vibration in turn causes the precariously perched collection of papers to slide in every direction. His eyes grow to the size of saucers as he dives for the unwieldy monster.

"Shit!"

The paperwork just seems to glide right past his hands, his efforts mocked.

From one small mess to one gigantic mess. Nice, Ray. Nice.

"... somewhere," he breathes out in defeat.

"Coffee. God, somebody please get me a cup of coffee."