A series of angst ridden, reflective vignettes
centering on Ames White. Stories of obsession. Tales of the struggle of
good and evil within one's self. And why in the end, darkness always fills in
the cracks...
The very first time he stumbled upon this cafeteria with
it's moderately tolerable meatloaf sandwiches, he had noticed her across the
street. She had caught his eye, just for a moment, and smiled. It was so damn
long ago now. More years than he cared to remember. Somehow, that small fragment
in time had gone and got itself stuck inside his head. He had relived it every
day since. Except, not that smile. Not again.
The life of this woman rested in his hands - it always had.
The rage he had felt upon bursting into the room still ebbed within him. It had
never ceased to boil beneath the surface, even at the best of times. She was the
one who had grounded him - his saving grace. The albatross he wore around his
neck.
A Necessary Evil
