It was Halloween and monsters were on the prowl, many imagined and a few real. The restraining order was in place but a thin piece of paper was meaningless to my lunatic, soon to be, ex husband. His boyish, charm act had fooled everyone, including me, until the underlying insanity manifested itself in violence, and long sleeves, turtlenecks, and scarves became an important part of my wardrobe.
It was Halloween and monsters were on the prowl, many imagined and a few real.
The restraining order was in place, but a thin piece of paper was meaningless to my lunatic, soon to be, ex husband. His boyish charm act had fooled everyone, including me, until the underlying insanity manifested itself in violence. Long sleeves, turtlenecks and scarves became an important part of my wardrobe.
Mack looked up from his beer as the front door opened, and a tall, lanky figure was blown into the sleazy strip club on a frigid night wind.
The bouncer barely moved, checking the newcomer out, then melted back into the shadows.
“Shut the freaking door,” someone yelled.
