6 - Mr. Hercules
Please don’t call, the young redhead said, his voice taking on a frantic schoolboy’s tone. “I need this work.”
“But you bumped your head,” Josh said. “You might be injured.”
The young man passed one hand over his tousled hair.
“No, I’ll be OK. It’s nothing, just a spell. Need to get my pen.”
“Huh?” Josh said, puzzled.
“My insulin pen,” he said. “In the back room.”
The clerk struggled to rise, folding his slim legs. Josh pulled him up and helped him walk out of the stuffy closet. Doing so, he noticed the button with the cheesy HI! My name is ROB.
“You must be thirsty, er, Rob” Josh said.
The young clerk nodded, as he leant one elbow on the smaller appliance box.
Josh bent over the back pack he had tossed aside before tackling the fridge box. He pulled a water bott
