April 2016
April 2016“And that"s how it happened.” The words came out sloppy and sort of squelchy. I tried to sound sober, over-enunciating my next sentence. “That"s how I killed her….”
An hour before, I"d pulled off the interstate onto the main street of a dusty little town, ironically named Flourish, population seventy-one. It was somewhere between the intersection of nothing and nowhere, but it had the two things I needed and wanted the most; a tavern and a small motel. I walked to the motel first, paid for one night, and dropped my backpack in the room, then headed straight to the tavern a few doors down, hell bent on getting drunk.
andThe tavern was as dusty as the town it sat in, with a dispirited décor that hadn"t been updated since the mid twentieth century. I sat at the bar, pa
