Welcome one welcome all to the Fourth episode of Pandora Fables!
This is the first installment of a series I am making called "The Mind Of" where we travel inside the mind of different characters as they battle their demons. I hope you enjoy it! I know it's been away since I posted. Sadly I got caught up on college and finals and making sure I passed my classes. The time away didn't go to waste because I passed all my classes with flying colors!
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Narrative by: Jacob Parrish - https://twitter.com/JacobParrishVO
Music by: Isaac Taylor - https://isaactaylormade.com
Written by: Adrian Weston - https://twitter.com/PandoraFables - https://www.instagram.com/pandora_fables/ - whysodeliciousss@gmail.com
Oh, how I hear you, calling for sweet release. Is your soul still crying? Has the light gone from your eyes? Where was your sweet goodbye?
Eugene Montgomery prayed that he would be able to bear another winter, another lonely Christmas, another starless night. He sat in his truck, a nine-seven piece of crap he bought with the last few bucks he got from the insurance claim. He didn’t even bother trying to crack it because just like him, it didn’t work right in the cold. The chill of the night did more than just invade his body and cause his muscle to ache; he didn’t mind it tonight, though. With a bottle of half empty brandy by him, he didn’t even notice the chill. Maybe if he did, maybe if he wasn’t already halfway into the bottle, he would have noticed it wasn’t the night air that caused the chills tonight.
“Shit…” he mumbles, staring at the empty void in his wallet. “God dammit!” he groans, tossing the wallet aside. It was supposed to be an easy job. He was supposed to clear at least enough to cover the gift and the room. All he had to do was pick up a package at one place and take it to another. Easy. No one said anything about the guns, or the screaming. Another deep drag of the bottle as he washed away the images.
“Not your fault,” a voice whispered. Eugene said nothing. “How were you supposed to know? They pulled first, and you were just defending yourself,” the voice added.
Another deep dive into the bottle and he handed it over to the stranger. “Yeah…. Yeah, not my fault.”
The stranger smiled as he took the bottle, taking a careful sip of the sweet nectar inside.
“Fuck, maybe I can sell something… maybe I…” Eugene began before the stranger quickly cut him off.
“Sell what?”
The car? Eugene thought.
“Need it,” the stranger said.
The bottle?
“Come on.”
The ring?
“Oh.”
Eugene stared at his hand. There it was, like the only survivor of some great war. The last remnant of his marriage. He didn’t even know why he still had it, why he kept it. How long has it been? How long has he been without her…without… him? Another deep dive and now the line between drunk and completely shit faced began to blur.
“Bet she doesn’t wear hers’,” the stranger remarked calmly.
Eugene grimaced.
“Wonder where she’s at?” the stranger asked. “Wonder if your son remembers you? Probably not. Guess when things end like that, it’s just like being dead and gone.”
Eugene said another as he stared at the motel. Another shitty motel for lost souls who had nowhere else to go—the “Last Stop” motel. Eugene chuckled at that. He was damn sure it was for lost souls. Why did he go out tonight? Why did he have to stop, stop and think? Stop and fucking drink. If he didn’t go, he’ll be sleeping right now or maybe he would have left town. If he didn’t stop and didn’t park here, the stranger wouldn’t have come tonight.
“Oh, come on,” the stranger said quietly. “I ain’t no str
