Never Again
“Word traveled fast in Nevermore, and he had no doubt everyone would be at the café to pay their last respects to sweet little Marcy, especially since no one had been invited to the actual funeral.
Cathleen was one of the most worthless human beings he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing. He couldn’t believe Leland Munch had the stomach to date the woman, much less marry her. Half the town suspected Cathleen had somehow caused her husband’s death, and Taylor did, too. Oh, not on purpose. He fi...gured Leland died just to get away from her. He sighed. The world could be damned unfair. He unlocked the office and didn’t bother turning on the lights. He knew the place well enough he could navigate it blind. He sat down heavily at his desk and turned on the lamp. The circle of light revealed the photos of the accident he and Ren had worked yesterday.
The Mustang had been a classic, a real beaut, or would’ve been without those flames painted on the hood. The car and its driver had been totaled, which was what happened when idiots drank too much whiskey and got into pissing contests with immovable objects—like the two-hundred-year-old oak tree that marked the fork in the road.MoreLess
Cathleen was one of the most worthless human beings he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing. He couldn’t believe Leland Munch had the stomach to date the woman, much less marry her. Half the town suspected Cathleen had somehow caused her husband’s death, and Taylor did, too. Oh, not on purpose. He fi...gured Leland died just to get away from her. He sighed. The world could be damned unfair. He unlocked the office and didn’t bother turning on the lights. He knew the place well enough he could navigate it blind. He sat down heavily at his desk and turned on the lamp. The circle of light revealed the photos of the accident he and Ren had worked yesterday.
The Mustang had been a classic, a real beaut, or would’ve been without those flames painted on the hood. The car and its driver had been totaled, which was what happened when idiots drank too much whiskey and got into pissing contests with immovable objects—like the two-hundred-year-old oak tree that marked the fork in the road.MoreLess
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