Love by Destination

The Ice man has broken pieces, they are cheaper but you must carry them by hand and put them in the smelly ice chest, hopeing the broken handle closes on the door,you don't want it to leak over the cold linoleum and get under the cracks and holes where it has become brittle,then the whole room smells. at least if I get to lift up the old lino to dry it,I will have some old newspaper lining paper to read and use for a blanket. Do relatives live in fear of telling the truth,can they sleep knowing a child,one of their own is being savaged by the self inflictors True story: part of "Love By Destination". A short story by R Renshaw