Proximate Evil

PROXIMATE EVIL
 
James Wynne walked into the kitchen without saying a word to his wife, pressed the button on the Keurig and adjusted his uniform as the machine slowly filled up his coffee cup. A minute later, coffee in hand, he sat down at the kitchen table opposite his significant other - who was busy flinging avian avengers at digitally rendered enemies – and turned on his laptop. After his computer was fully up and operational, James clicked the favorites tab and selected the bookmark...