Do you need help

Do you need help? She asked. North entirely sure what type of help she could offer. The man looked up at her from the sidewalk, where he lay splayed out, arms to the sudds, legs apart, as if he were attempting to make a snow angel on the hot July concrete. What does it look like? He said. She thought for a minute but her thoughts we’re hard to focus on, soft around the edges, squiggly in the middle, blending one to the next,