His fingers wrapped tighter around the change in his pocket clinching the coins as sweat poured through his fingers. His teeth clenched,and gnashed with the bitterness of memories involving his seduced wife, bankrupt life, and Judge D calling the shots as if he was God.

Burt mumbled to speak to the man, but no words came out. Somehow, some way he said nothing to the man. The rain seemed to steam off his face in heated rage, and the sweet taste of revenge churned inside the diabolical senses of his stomach. Yet, he did nothing!
Was this forgiveness? The court order? Or some other espionage of goodness that made him not steal the man’s life with his bear hands.

The rain continued to fall hard, and fast on the just and the unjust.