HAPPY - steven j. mcdermott


steven j. mcdermott

Maybe she should just give in and take the fucking sleeping pill. Get a night’s sleep—even if it’s a drugged one—for a change. She thought about those men who did the murder-suicide thing—shot their wife and kids and then themselves—and wondered what the difference was between them and her. Where would her mind have to go so that pulling the trigger once, twice, however many times, would seem not just the best, but the only option? Some joker had told her once that happy thoughts make happy people. So she stared at the ceiling and tried to make up punch lines to the joke: “How many homeowners does it take to screw a mortgage broker into a light socket?”

Steven J. McDermott