Servant Spirit

 Servant spirit

There he was upon his knees in filth, her broken back in a body brace, no help but for Jim who lived in the shed, spending his days rummaging in the Big Lots dumpsters, finding all manner of things he would bring to the dark shed. With every lift upon the bed, he would cast his eyes away, the thought of what lay beneath tattered sheets repulsing. For now all was well and she effusively thanked him for being a godsend. He just wanted to not be one.