A Strange and Mysterious Day

A Strange and Mysterious Day

The day began in a strange and mysterious way. Before daylight, thunder and rain moved in. A dark, damp world greeted the morning. The house lay still and silent, listening, waiting, wondering. A distant train whistle rose and fell, a mournful, ghostly sound.

Inside the house, someone stirred. The coffee pot clicked and purred. Soon, the fragrance of the early morning brew drifted through the rooms, bringing the house to life.

Many things waited to be done. Errands to run, people to see, chores to finish, but they didn’t matter at all. Only one thing was important on such a shadowed, wet morning–the book. It must be finished; a murder must be solved so that right and justice could triumph once again.

A stormy sky

A table lamp clicked on, a warm pool of light for reading. A cup of hot coffee in one hand, book in the other, she delved into the fictional world of mystery. Rain fell and lightning danced across the curtains. All was well.

Comments

  1. Love it!

  2. Deb Forbes says

    Yep all is well inside a good book on this rainy morning. Loved it Blanche

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