On a snowy night in November
The dim headlights of Everett’s simple car were illuminated in the heavy down fall of snow. It was a mean, heavy kind of snowfall, the kind that makes you thank god you’re not stuck out in it, that you’re indoors by a warm fire with a warmer drink in your hand. Everett was think more about the drink. How he’d need it when he was done. Need it? Hell I deserve it! Everett thought. He wasn’t much of a drinker, most of the time anyway, but this was a special occasion, almost a celebration. There was still that little voice, somewhere deep in his chest, making his heart beat heavy, that told him how wrong it was to think of this as a celebration or even the right thing. Everett had always listened to that voice, not that he’d always done what it told him but he’d hear it out. No chance. Not this time. No going back. No undoing this now. He pushed it down, down so far it made his stomach queasy. He felt like he was going to shit himself the way his gut gurgled and...