Day: 3 November 2020

The Last Draft

Last night I had the strangest dream Iโ€™ve known
for as I lay in bed, my conscience soothed
I heard a growl of graveled baritone
and sat up straight as something subtly moved.
I saw a hooded figure dressed in black
that loitered only inches from my bed,
it wore an awful satchel on its back
and through that cloth I saw that something bled.

When the Fall Fell

Amber and scarlet leaves danced on the ground, stirred up by a Southern wind. I pulled my cardigan closer around me. Always a woman who dressed for the season, I had a large collection of cardigans specially selected for the fall. But thatโ€™s not exactly important. I took a deep breath. The fresh, autumn scent had a calming effect.

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