Hope Stands Alone: A Tragedy of Hope
Hope stands alone. Immune to the contagious facial Impetago that has decimated her family this holiday season. No less than thirty six filthy grandchildren litter her crumb covered kitchen floor. The only gift they’ll receive this year is a double dose of fish-mox.
If her old classmates could only see her as she is now. They’d forget about the acid wash denim jacket wearing white leather upper hi-tops beachcomber they remember and give her the respect she deserves.
Hope stands alone. Her diseased grandchildren will never walk again.