Westward a short story...finally finshed

[keanefletcher]

Westward

Keane Fletcher © 2006

We can never save a person from themselves. Sometimes we try, but at the bottom of it, we’re all masochists at heart, slitting our soul’s bloody wrists like martyrs - ‘look at me, look at what I’ve endured’. No-one endures by accident.

Zack was a few months short of twenty. He was tall and slim with a

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