The previous post is the beginning of another short story. I just wrote this one today, and while it is yet unfinished, I know how it ends. Those of you who know this story know the ending as well.
It is a true story, told in detail the best I can remember. I wrote it in third person, but "Janice" is me and "Drifter" is Sneakers. Even those who know what happened that cold night, don't know all the details, the heart-wrenching experience that it truly was.
Read on. I'll post the second half soon. I just need a bit of respite from the memory.
As always, thanks for reading.