I shadow the blind man. I’m the reason he’s still alive. I stop traffic for him, nudge him when he’s about to fall down open manholes. For this, I take a cut of his disability and sleep in his house. He’s unaware of my service or the fee I exact.

Sam Hall is a short story writer and poet from a miserable island. When not writing, he’s either fixing leaks in his cabin, building uncomfortable furniture, or chasing after runaway chickens.