Friday came as it pleased. If one was gullible, one would have mistaken the crook to be a member of the weekend team. For some, Friday was a joy. It brought an indication of rest days to come while for others… It marked the beginning of ways long forgotten.
Friday depicted the perfect scent that often calmed nerves that always yearned for chaos. For Michael Sullivan, Friday applauded an introduction to his past. A scheme he had long hoped to bury and never dig. Yet, once he got a tease of the delicious taste, he was soon to forget—coupled with his fury—his rejection of the ways Michael Minuak Sullivan lived.
For Annabelle though, Friday was merely a passerby. One she knew after it left would bring forth a day when Sullivan's parable would come to full light.
