I knew something bad was about to happen the moment Rob walked out on the porch. It radiated from him in great big waves, this sense of badness, of wrongness. I bit back the panic that rose to my throat like bad food and shook the beer bottle that stood on the rickety table. I didn’t hear sloshing and made a face. I was taking my time, trying to get distracted by anything that presented itself. I knew what Rob would tell me the second I saw him. I hoped I was wrong but I doubted it.
The Hunting Party
The Hunting Party
The Hunting Party
I knew something bad was about to happen the moment Rob walked out on the porch. It radiated from him in great big waves, this sense of badness, of wrongness. I bit back the panic that rose to my throat like bad food and shook the beer bottle that stood on the rickety table. I didn’t hear sloshing and made a face. I was taking my time, trying to get distracted by anything that presented itself. I knew what Rob would tell me the second I saw him. I hoped I was wrong but I doubted it.