Rage

Up here, I’m still a free man

Photo by Alessandro Bellone on Unsplash

I got the penny on our honeymoon. I’ve worn it around my neck ever since — never took it off for anything. That penny meant more to me than my wedding ring. Then somebody went and stole it from me, so I killed him.

We went to New York City, and it was the first time either of us had ever been much of anywhere. It was February, and we walked all over the city in the snow, amazed…