Semi-Daily Scribbles

I'm sad that I'm not sad that you went out in the rushes and you never came back. Poor trade-off is what it is – no guarantee the demon'll flee after your fiery stage left exit. Who did you save? And is your good name any less difficult to pronounce now they've brought the curtain down?

Checking … *

OK, my sacrificial buddy. Your legacy's buried among the roots and rot of the neighbor's persimmon tree.

* Let's hope the voices were recorded.