He Caught Us
My head throbbed. What happened? I opened my eyes. Fuck, that hurt. To quote Gizmo, ‘bright light, bright light’. This light was daylight. I was on my side facing directly at the windows. The curtains had been left open. Where was I? I didn’t recognize any of what little of the room I saw. Far too gaudy and modern for my taste or my wife’s for that matter. Chrome, gold and white. What do I last remember? The wedding reception, Karla’s best friend had married for the third time and we had...