Running from the Devil
By Aislinn
Sara Larabee rose to her full five foot two inch height and stuck her finger into her spouse's chest. "Now you just listen up you dumb cowboy! How dare you use me as an excuse to wall yourself off from others! I won't have it Christopher Michael Larabee!"
Chris sat up with a jerk. The dream had been so vivid. Her voice echoed in his heart and he could almost smell her perfume. He broke out in a cold sweat. He rolled off the couch and stumbled to the kitchen. He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the counter only to find it empty. With a strangled curse he flung the bottle across the room. It shattered on the far wall spraying the room with shrapnel. Shards that sparkled like her eyes had. He fell to his knees groaning in agony. He curled up on the floor wishing he had the courage to simply end it.
"Courage? Really Chris? Courage? Would you care to explain to me how killing yourself would be an example of courage? Cause, I personally just don't see it." Her voice dripped with disdain and disappointment.
"Sara," he whispered. "How can I go on without you?"
Suddenly her voice gentled and she brushed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Oh love, sometimes the bravest thing you can do is keep on living."
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A special thank you to my betas DeckerM and Jessie. Ladies, your friendship and encouragement is a treasure worth far more than rubies.
Not mine, but the alphabet people didn't want them any more so I am sneaking them out the back door to my place.
Jan. 2011