The Light Flashed
That night. Ughhh! That night. It was literally one of the most horrific nights of my life. I haven't forgotten it. Nor will I ever forget it. It still reigns vividly in my mind. That guy I had moved in with--the drunkard. Yeah. Well, one night he was up to his usual drunk shenanigans. Only this time, a couple of friends of ours had stopped by the house for some supper. It was a pretty pleasant time. I mean, I really didn't think he would get wasted with friends there. He knew how inebriated he would get from that Wild Turkey. And so, I was in the kitchen getting a lesson on how to peel potatoes from my friend. She was super kind. A little older than me. Sandy blonde thick hair with gentle swoops flowing by her face. Yeah. She was pretty. The kind of pretty I really wish I was--even back then. Nothing was out of the ordinary. My friend's husban...