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 |   Theses are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call life. |
Blogging Circle of Friends Day 2891: October 17, 2020 Prompt: What is your favorite part of October that has nothing to do with Halloween? I like the cooler days and nippy nights. I like the coziness of October. I like being able to put on the fire place and enjoy the toastiness. I like that October is Preptober - as it leads up to November. It is relaxed and casual. I could wear sweaters...if I wasn't dealing with hot flashes and breaking out the longer pants and putting away the shorts is like a changing of the guard... a kind of natural season change that is refreshing after a hot, humid summer. This summer was weird. With Covid-19, a lot of my usual summer adventures did not happen. I missed things, but not as much as I thought I would. I saved a lot of money in the process and got a lot more writing done. I also wrote outside more - on the front stoop, where I could watch the '5 year old show' across the street. There is a lovely family across the street with two little boys around the age of 5. They love to play outside and their drama is quite comical. They have a younger sister as well, but she has only turned a year this month, so she wasn't in on the drama. When they went away on a family vacation, it was pretty quiet around here. Blog City - Day DAY 2267 October 17, 2020 Use these words in your blog entry... purple, pumpkin, determine, clock, scarecrow and Shelia. Well, you asked for it.... this is what happens at 5:30 in the morning! The purple pumpkin danced upon the clock, determined to wake Shelia from dreams too odd to be natural. A scarecrow winked at her as it ran off down the lane... A flock of crows flittering around like dust in his wake. Shelia shook herself, dragged in consciousness like air - after being submerged a moment too long. She looked about her room expecting the purple pumpkin to be grinning at her, his Jack-o-lantern face gapping with a cheeky grin. But all was silent All was calm Until... the slamming of a door. Cold gripped her. turned her insides out as she stared wide eyed through the blanket of darkness. She could hear footsteps. Footsteps unknown to her. Footsteps with a heavy gait and a scrapping... She forced herself to breathe. Tried telling herself she was still caught in the haze of dreams But the thump ... bump, bump, bump... The turning of the bedroom knob had her dizzy with fear. Clutching her mangled sheets she peered into oblivion, awaiting whatever was making its way from dreams to reality. The door shot open Like gunfire, sending shrapnel everywhere. Shelia ducked back under the covers As fear wrapped around her like a Boa Constrictor. Laughter ripped the air. A cackle that had a tinge of familiarity. From beneath fear and flannel Shelia peeked And saw... And saw... The devil's child dressed in scarecrow's attire; A grin as wide as sin. Light poured from the ceiling's bulb Glaring light, pulsing. As Sheila saw flashes of anger and whipped a book At the vagrant's head. Get Out, You Fool She screamed as her son dipped back into the shadows of the hall Laughter trailing muffled words calling Gotcha! |
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