“What am I doing here?” Bronco opened

“What am I doing here?” Bronco opened his eyes for what seemed the hundredth time in an hour, and immediately the plain whitewashed walls began to close in like the...

musical composition by Pink Floyd titled "The Wall." Bronco started to faintly hear, "All in all it's just another brick in the wall." Where was the music coming from? He saw

the wall. It was made of bricks. Bronco took a few steps closer.The Pink Floyd music got louder. He noticed one of the bricks was loose. He pulled it out. The song suddenly stopped

playing. The wall shook briefly then collapsed into a pile of rubble. Smoke filled the air and Bronco coughed and wafted the dust away. He realised he had urinated in his pants so

forcefully that he may have ruptured his urethra. Bronco peeled his pants off because the urine had gone from reassuringly warm to sticky and cold. He needed to find a doctor befor

held Susie back however, and Bronco remained first in line for the next appointment. When his name was called, he hopped with both feet together through the doorway. "You're in

For a big surprise!", the wolfman told him. "Please take a seat!", he said as he served water. He even added a lemon slice for flavour. Bronco was about to tip the wolfman when he

broke down and admitted that he had been questioned by the Angels. He told them everything. He explained that he came to understand that each Angel is a Purpose. A Sacred Purpose.

A Sacred Secret Selling Primrose Promises Purpose. Yes, miracles via flower boutiques. He knew, oh how he knew. An Arranging Angel would be his end. Bless the florist, every one.