Saturday, January 6th
Patrick didn't want to venture out of his apartment the next day, but he was out of food and booze. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Michael's long pointed teeth. He needed something to wash the memories away.
A "Now Hiring" sign near the grocery store checkout left him asking for an application. He'd worked there before, and quit in a storm of cuss words, but it was so long ago that maybe they'd forgotten.
The clerk's expression said he remembered, but he handed the application over. The feel of the paper and the black printed words felt normal saneand gave Patrick the strength to stop in at the places he'd found listed in the paper. Two were filled, and the third also remembered him from a short employment a couple years ago, but they couldn't say no,
