Loss A Horror Novella by Glen Krisch

Author:Glen Krisch
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Stray King Publishing
Published: 2012-01-03T15:00:00+00:00

"That asshole!" Angie slammed her palm against the steering wheel, a short sharp pain in her wrist reminding her that it was still in the process of healing. She'd left Chase's with a case of wine and a spur-of-the-moment pint of Jack Daniel's. "Who gives a condescending look like that? Like I'm a crazed lunatic or something."

Her voice felt hoarse, but her anger had begun to ebb. She wasn't mad at Chase. Not really. So, he'd given her a dirty look because of her purchase. For all she knew, he figured she'd been drunk at the time of the car accident. A dozen rumors were probably making the rounds around Grand View about what really happened that night. Even the facts would seem like rumor to Angie, since she didn't fully remember what had happened, either.

Sure, she shouldn't be mad at Chase, but rather, at herself.

Angie twisted off the pint's cap and downed half of it before the burning could register. She coughed and sputtered, tears formed and fell from her eyes, she leaned back and stared at the car's gray ceiling. Only after she had things under control, when she knew she wouldn't vomit up the whiskey, did she consider making sure no one was observing her illicit behavior. Luckily, Angie had the parking lot at Chase's all to herself. She hoped the streets would be similarly empty during the remaining drive home.

A buzz was already building as she pulled back out onto the street. Without the addition of Vicodin to still her churning thoughts, her mind drifted back to the night of the accident and the memories of traveling this very road and the moment that instantly transformed her from being a devoted wife to forever a widow...

One oxford shoe tipped on its side on the Pilot's hood...

Snowflakes falling through the shattered windshield, melting on contact with Paul's fleeting body heat lingering in the upholstery of the passenger seat...

The man in black standing in the clearing, his feet buried in snow, his shadow falling over her as her body succumbed to shock and the freezing cold...

"No! Jesus, stop it, Ang. Just stop!"

The Accord slowed as she pulled into the driveway. The sight of the house was both welcoming and an emotional torture.

"Living isn't the same as existing," she said aloud, wondering what she meant and where the words had come from. Living and existing... She pondered the existential bullshit as she hefted the case of booze and made for the door. Whatever the fuck... there is no more meaning to anything.

Once inside, she hurriedly dropped her keys in the bowl on the entryway table and set the case next to it just in time to catch Bizzy in her arms as the dog came rushing in from the kitchen.

"You make everything better. You know that, girl?"

The little dog wriggled in her arms and licked her chin. Just seeing Bizzy normally put a smile on Angie's face, but not today. She could feel darkness pulling at her, could feel the tears once again building in her eyes.

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