IT WASN’T EVEN 11 A.M. BY THE TIME Seth was already in search of his car keys. He had managed to stave off the shakes and jitters by finishing the last few ounces worth of dregs that was left in the bottom of the bottle he’d purchased the previous day. The day itself was for the most part still early, however, and he wanted more than anything just to remain feeling decent, at least level, for a few more hours before life came crashing back down on him. Dinner was something to think about as well. The little discount grocer in town had Porterhouses marked down for the week and they sure looked tasty when he had eyed them the last time he was there. Having located his keys, Seth left the house unlocked as he usually did, and he climbed into the driver’s seat of his Dodge fully expecting it to be combative. Amazingly enough, the darn thing turned over on the first try and with hearing the engine hum instead of its usual wheezing try, Seth shook his head in astonishment over the …show more content…
It did, and its ugly grimace reined powerful as it cast the first bit of darkness upon Seth’s morning. And, although he tried to push the beastly tormentor’s turpitude from his thoughts, Seth found it difficult to do so, and the wicked imagery of the demon’s jagged, ghastly mouth stayed with him until he reached the village. At the store, however, Raylinbeck’s did end up having the cut of steak he wanted to pick up for dinner that evening and luck for Seth it was also still at the sale price. He wasn’t actually sure what day of the week management went around altering prices and he had walked in figuring it would a gamble on whether he’d be paying more than he’d planned. Browsing through the aisles, he also noticed they had in stock the good kind of dinner rolls that he enjoyed, and fresh corn-on-the-cob though early in the season for it. The ears were even the bigger, plumper ones that slightly busted out of the husk, not the scrawny, wilted versions they usually