The Muttering River Chapter 3

It was a humid evening and the Rabbi pronounced us man and wife. The river was roaring past us as the sun beat down on the altar and the glass was shattered. 

The Muttering River – Chapter 1

I would be hanging out with my friends in the parking lot of the diner, laughing and flirting with the girls and suddenly a blanket would fall over me. I would feel a sense of dread, like a bruise inside of me pulsating...I would go use the bathroom and then find my way to the river.  This happened often and then too often.