"His eyes snapped open. The sheets were soaked in his fear, the air still thick with slowly dissipating ghosts.

'Help me, Cherie, help me,' he whispered, unable to find his voice. 'I am God's lonely man.'

Cherie didn't stir. She snored contentedly. If the dreams of avarice can be described as content."

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# posted by Curly : 12:17 am