"I have dirty blood."

The doctor looked confused. Cal said it again. "My  blood . It's gone bad."

The doctor pushed his glasses up against the bridge of his nose. Then lied. "We'll do some tests. I'll get back to you."

It would've been Cal's third day off if the doctor gave him...

The man walked into the  cafe thinking about his kids. They would be the age now where they would hang out at these places. If only he could talk to them. But he couldn't. He didn't have the time anymore.

It was a crazy deal. Years ago. He had asked another...