It was Halloween. Louise, Rick, and Mary were going "trick-or-treating". They had dressed in their costumes and masks. Each had a flashlight and bag for collecting all the goodies they
Ron was reading in his room. He was studying for a test which he would take in school the next day.
It was a dark night in the country. My husband Merle and I were in bed, sound asleep, when I was awakened by the sound of chickens making a terrible noise in the chicken house.
I paused to look at one of the last roses of the season. I bent over to see if I could catch a whiff of fragrance.
The famous author, William Faulkner once wrote, “The past isn’t over yet.” How would you prove that?