FLUSHED – LOST & FOUND



She scared me last night.

I called her without a job in mind –

A candle-lit dinner for two…

I could see she wasn't right.

I held her hand

and stroked her brow

as she lay shaking.

What more could I do?



I told her I'd stay,

And she closed her eyes to rest.



Now, a day has gone by

And I haven't heard…

Her pager doesn't answer.

I am afraid –



I don't understand –

What is her friend saying?

I am accused?

I am no supplier of drugs.

What did they do?

They didn't know that without her meds she will die.

I need to find her…



Found!

But if we can't get to her

That is of no avail…

She will die and be lost forever.

OC – that girl has some spunk,

But how can we help?

What do we do now?



I'm in operational mode.

The friendly detective has come through -

He can get OC in…

But now comes the hardest part –

The waiting.

It's not what I'm best at:

I have no patience.

But I must wait…



There is one thing I can do

A few taps on my keyboard…

Her prison record is gone -

Vanished with the records of others…

Forever lost in cyberspace.



Max is a good girl.

Was there something more to what was asked?

But I don't have a "thing" for her

At least, I don't think so…

What are they trying to tell me – OC and Bling?

Why do they keep saying that?

What could Max see in me?

I'm not man enough for her.



The phone rings.

I smile –

I can breathe again.



My Max is back –

Not her pale, shaking shadow…

The challenge is in her eyes as she snaps

"The bitch is back…"