comeuppance

Samuel

We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do

Sam had expected Wessex to shout, to criticise and maybe even throw something, but he had not even dreamed she would advance towards him with a weapon. With wide eyes he stared at the knife, taking steps back as she approached. "U-um.." For a moment his words were taken away, the only thing in his mind a ringing runawayrunawayrunaway repeating in a crashing chorus.

But he forced himself to swallow the fear and respond, though he still was wary of the knife. "I did have reasons. But you are right. It was...ah..fucking stupid. Yes. I am taking steps to try and remedy it, as best I can." It was a miracle he was able to get the words out as well as he did, the panic in him raising to a crescendo as he knew his assurances would likely achieve nothing.

Or make each moment new