It tugged at the washing, hung on thy line.
It turned wine to vinegar and water to brine.
Mournful the tune, it whistled down yon lane.
None wished it welcome, for it was plain —
The windless old hag had arisen again.
Talisman — A fabulous gift with a terrible price.
— CHAPTER ONE — James sat in the back, his sister Katherine beside him, while his mother and father sat up front. He gave his sister another sideways glance — still sulking. Her nose hadn’t left that book since the trip began. Kitty was even less enthusiastic about this move than he was. The car slowed… Continue Reading
Gallery – Added a few (4) photos of Watson my faithful basset hound. Unfortunately he’s no longer with me but his memory lives on, he was a great dog…. Continue Reading
Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead…. Continue Reading