The thing that struck me, how do I say, when I was dead, I saw everyone… I saw everyone differently. Souls, I think, but something more representative than literal. You, doctor? You don’t want to know. But it was Sam. You think you know Sam? Wicked old Sam? His hands were dripping blood. Deep, crimson. Stained everything he touched. But he was bright. Tears were constantly flowing from his eyes. His heart throbs with the light of repentance. He’s not like you, Teflon man. Everyone sees, everyone guesses, why Sam hides his face, but you don’t even have a face.
When I Was Dead
Tale Told 