You smoke too much
I stalled out the car. Jesus. “Shut the fuck up,” I snarled. I got it back in first and eventually pulled into a parking space in front of Uncle Monte’s Candy Store and got out. “I’ll smoke if I want to. I’m a grown man.”
The woman who was just leaving the store with two children in tow stared at me wide-eyed and then gave me a wide berth as she scurried to her car.
“There, you see? You made me scare her.”
The voice didn’t respond to that, and I hoped I’d shut it up.
I’d celebrated too soon. As I was about to pull the door open, You are my precious fingerlingwhispered fondly through my brain.
I nearly stumbled over my feet. “Goddammit! I thought you were gone!” I was so angry, I somehow managed to slam a door in my mind. And then the voice wasgone.
Blessed silence.
Well, if I’d known that was all it would take…