It was one of those nights; a night for reflection, regret, and whisky. Nights that we tell tales of lost loves, passions, and dreams. It is when the night goes on forever and the sun raises too early. Desperation fills the spaces between the stars and the stars are connected by a script that spells loneliness and emptiness.
Two men sat at table in a cabin in a woods in the middle of nowhere; two glasses and near empty bottle of whiskey.
“Tell me a secret no one else knows,” Mel said.
“It will no longer be a secret,” Nick said
“God knows,” Mel said. “So tell me.”
“God can keep a secret,” Nick said.
“Tell me,” Mel said. “And both god and me will know.”
“Let god tell you,” Nick said.
“Another bottle of whisky, god, angels and demons will know,” Mel said.