Crafting for Krista_A Night In a Graveyard_My Cousin Johnny_Bitter Suite
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Crafting for Krista
Was this a house or a home? I shook my head ruefully as I gazed at the barren yard. Tulips and Petunias long gone, faded from summer heat and done away by Autumn's first freeze. Bitter October winds whipped chipped gray shutters against charcoal siding, faded form years of sun and wind. Bushes overgrown, grass long and unkempt...even the door is bare bones. A dark contrast from the playful wreaths which once graced the front door. A new wreath for each season, every holiday, and even for birthdays. I pull the lapels of my coat closer to each other, my thread-bare scarf not much match for the ...
A Night In a Graveyard
It was a cool brisk autumn day in the small town of Kingship, Maryland. David and Sam were putting up the final decorations on their home for Halloween that night. It was their first Halloween in the neighborhood since moving in during the summer. “Hi, boys,” said awww.onedoor.cc friendly voice from the edge of the driveway. “Those decorations are looking nice.”“Thanks, Mrs. Henderson,” David said. “Are you putting up decorations this year?”“Heavens, no,” she said. “Henry and I haven’t been able to do that much in a long time. We have our pumpkin on the porch. We’ll see if it survives the night this year.”S...
My Cousin Johnny
I am about to leave my hometown of Montreal, Canada to go visit my cousin Johnny who lives in Lanark, Scotland, today, October 24th 2020. I have not seen him in ten years. Although his name on his birth certificate is John, we all call him Johnny. He is the son of my father’s brother. Uncle Henry is Johnny’s dad.Last time I saw him, it was during summer 2009, here in Montreal. We were both ten. I still remember like it was yesterday. He came over with his parents, and stayed a full two weeks with us. We had a blast! Johnny is like a brother to me. We were born a few months apart. We shared lot...
Bitter Suite
A blue convertible cruises down the interstate. Beer cans tied to the bumper rattle wildly together in the wind. The “Just Married” bannister that had once been taped to the rear windshield was in a ditch somewhere between the car, and the fifty miles of road behind it. Inside the car the newly-weds, Ashlynn and Robert, sing along to the radio, still wearing their tuxedo and gown. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?!” Ashlynn demands. “I’m your WIFE now! You have to tell me EVERYTHING!” She insists playfully. Robert smiles and shakes his head, not taking his eyes off of the road. The moon and stars are litt...