Picnic Basket

Another part of my story. I have find it easy to express oneself feeling and emotion through story form. This come to me as I begin to write how I feel during the time I try to counsel those who are in need, giving them advice and care for them and be there for them.

This is how I feel?

Carrying a bucket and a clean, white cloth ? walking towards him. Wounds covered his whole body. One or two wounds seem to look like gaping holes in the ground, freshly dug and raw with half-coagulated blood and greenish, slimy pus. Flies are hovering over the infested wounds, particularly the two big ones, spinning round and round deciding which one they would settle themselves in for a feast.
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