John gripped The First Beer of the Weekend, frost melted at his touch and the drink softly swayed as he raised it towards his lips.
He
drank with reverence.
A
great weight slid off him then, down into the abyss of infinity. The
week that had been, Jenna's betrayal, incessant work detail and his
daft family had nearly crushed him. He had felt powerless and
invisible. Merged with the velvet drapes of their living room. A
spectre haunting his own house.
And
heavy.
He had felt so heavy.
He had felt so heavy.
Like
he would sink through the ground and drown there beneath the heels of
his demons. But now everything rested so firmly in the past that that
life might have belonged to somebody else. He carried a merely
earthly load.
Something
an ordinary human being could bear.
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