“This place has gone to hell in a ham sandwich since they eighty-sixed the dress code!”
Col. Hunter Gathers
The Invisible Hand Of Fate
A barrage of faster-than-a-blink punches to a heavy bag.
Fury.
A strand of pearls bouncing across the street and into the gutter.
Panic.
“You can stay over if you’d like, it’s jus–”
“No, no, Bruce! You’re going through so much. I totally, well I wish there was something else I could do. If you need to talk, will you call me?”
Mourning.
“It’s at least dislocated, maybe worse. Can you move it?”
“…”
“If you’re still insisting on not drinking, then you’d better bite down on this.”
Pain.
Continue reading