Served Him Right

Inside, it’s a surprisingly decent space, with wood floors and cozy booths, a glowing jukebox, several pool tables and a long bar, lit and mirrored, rows and rows of colorful liquor bottles, lined up like soldiers in the war against good sense and right behavior. She leaned over the steering wheel and wept, body heaving, wailing. The good news is that there’s no such thing as truth anymore, right? Who can say why a seed that has lain dormant finally finds the right conditions to break through the earth?