Let It GoM. Stanley Bubien
"You done it. I say it's done with!" Fingering warm steel, I grasped my husband's shaking hand. "You can't take it back. Let it go."
He still trembled, but he'd lost some of that clamminess. Finally!
"There, there," I began, but sounded a little too much like the doting wife. "Ah. You'll be fine."
He sniffed and wiped his nose. "Yeah, uhm," he stammered. "It's like, uhm. Like spilled milk."
I swear, I almost laughed. Spilled milk! Man, what a dolt! 'Course, I'd never say that to his face. "That's it," I agreed.
He remained silent, but he'd stopped shaking.
"Alright," I lifted the magnum. "When I drive over, you toss this in the river. Think you can do that?"
He reached for the barrel and nodded.
For Steven Meincke.
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