Sins Of The Storm
Sheriff Jacques Savoie liked it nice and slow.
Stepping from his squad car into the stinging rain, he didn't run for the shelter of the shadowy old house, just took a moment to savor the anticipation.
He'd returned to the sleepy town of his birth for the simplicity. He'd come back to Bayou d'Espere for the easy pace, the predictability. In the spring it stormed. The summers were hot and muggy and sometimes hosted a hurricane or two. Fall brought gray skies, geese and football. Winters were mild. Snow didn't fall and bombs didn't rip through cafés. Trucks didn't blow up, and buildings didn't fall in on you.
Each peachy sunrise didn't simply mean say your prayers and see if you can live another day.
He'd come home to savor his coffee in the morning and play catch with his dog in the afternoon, make love with his wife in the evening.
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