By: Thomas LeBeau
Previously published in Twisted Dreams – October, 2010
Copyright © 2011 by Thomas LeBeau – Smashwords Edition
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Rich Fannin sat on the leather couch, sweat dripping off his brow as he nursed his beer. He shifted in place, attempting to peel his damp skin off of the material. It was so hot out and the damned air conditioner was crapping out on him again. He slammed a meaty fist into the AC unit, rocking it in the window frame. A wry smile crept across Rich’s face as the fan inside whirred back to life, blowing a tiny stream of cool air about the room. He wiped a hand across his forehead, and shook it, flinging drops of sweat across the carpet. He drained the beer, belched, and tossed the empty can onto a pile in the corner.