Promises, Promises

Part I

I suspected things would go awry and the universe did not disappoint. Some places you shouldn’t go. Some people you shouldn’t follow. Deep down there is a rumble in your soul when you’re near danger. Intuition splashes around like a live wire in a puddle. Fear percolates as if coffee is brewing wet upon arousal — and dripping down the psyche hot — raising hairs like static. I felt my heart sound off like the retorts of…