"Reluctance sweeps over my body as images of last night replay in my mind. How angry I had been this morning waking up and seeing him passed out on the couch, how the thought of him driving added to the possibility of losing him, made me sick to my stomach in the shower. Now, standing here in the doorway, all I can think about is punching him in the throat, then wrapping my arms around his massive frame. Why are my feelings all over the damn place?"
~Charlie, 'Bar 49'
© 2014 T.A. Hardenbrook