The Warriors of Light

the noises the bar visitors made. I heard it all. The news report about Brad Segal being mauled by some wild animal in an alley--the shit didn’t sit right with me. Nothing about the

glass in my hands to gesture to it being empty. He sighed as he poured the contents of the clear liquid back into my glass. With one gulp, it was gon

at’s going on.” I argued trying to keep my anger at bay, but it spilled over. “Just turn that shit off.” It worked. The silence of the TV now c

going to turn them down by settling with one of them. Brad was religious, went to church every time the doors opened, not just on Sundays. If there was a sin, he had to confess it. I t

being I was. His family was mourning. My nieces counted on me, needed me. But here I was drinking my life away at the same bar I visited al

is anything I can do for you,” Charles offere

extra tonight. After I lost count of the shots and I could barely walk, I stumbled out of the bar, with Charles calling aft

st likely, was driving me to confront anyone responsible for his murder. I staggered, falling over as I burst into the doors. No one was there. No one I c

. It brought me comfort and anguish all at once. “Why didn’t you just go home? How could you leave me?” I cried. In my drunken

d of God are you

ook. He bent down and placed his hand on my back to comfort me, bu

ut of disappointment on his f

uck do you

e priest snapped, face now turning serious as I

’t you there to protect him?” I pointed to the priest, taking several

too, am greatly saddened by his ascension. But I have comfort in knowing he is with the Father. It may take som

girls who are wondering where their father is.

cooler than shitting my pants, which was sure to happen if he took another step to me. “Brad used to pray for your soul more than anyone, Ray. I could tell he loved you dearly and I

ad to see who spoke. I could only look horrified as the priest, finally, took a st

at?” I asked

were talking about. “Ray is just grieving, as we all are, for his loss. He just needs to forget.” I opened my mouth to protest, but the priest stepped forward