This Little Piggy Goes to Town
I felt Him first, my breath suddenly short. Slowly I perused the room again from my stool at the end of the bar, as good as off in the corner as I could find. Across the room at a little table He sat with His wife and another couple. He held my eyes and grinned almost imperceptibly before casually moving on. I could see the warning in his eyes, the one he knows I don’t need, the one he can’t resist….could almost hear that damn honeyed heroin voice, “don’t make me kill you.” Our very own...