“This insufferable fool?!” Claire shouted throwing her hands up. She pointed her finger at me. “All you've done is talk and stare off into space as if you're having some long drawn out conversation with yourself. I've done everything for you. I even sacrificed my favorite cat!”
I sat there, sitting at the table at work thinking about this past year. Sure, it’s been a hell of a year, but did it feel like a success?
Craning my neck I watched curiously as the cultists continued their chanting. They were kneeling on an inverted pentagram.
What am I, but your fate?
Unable to remove the sleep from my eyes I gave myself a little shake and pondered as to why I was strapped naked to a La-Z-Boy. These things just don't happen you know.