Simmering Regret

Vance

“Watch it, you’re massacring those veggies,” Briggs calls out, glancing over from the stove where he’s sauteeing some garlic and mushrooms.

I chuckle, adjusting my grip on the knife. I’m supposed to be julienning some peppers, but instead I’ve lost my train of thought and accidentally begun dicing them instead. “Yeah, well, they had it coming.”

Briggs grins, shaking his head. “Y’know, you