2005-08-29 - 3:34 p.m.
*snarls come from beneath the leaves*
"Don't touch that pile", quips Gweenie. She knows. She waits by the pile with coffee and wonders how the beast got into the house at night. The doors were barred and the lights low. The Phantom is not functioning at her normal levels. Her mind is wracked with things she thought long forgotten. Feelings that had been overcome and terrors that had once died, lived again.
The beast was back. She tried to concentrate and put it behind her. Modern day science leaves no room for undead creatures who track you down and worry the life out of you. Still, he was there. And now he was terrorizing her children.
Would it ever all end? How to deal with it and not undo heartfelt morals. There was sighing without a seeming end and at last the old one crawled out and sipped the coffee. She huddled by the fire and Gweenie draped a starry blanket over her shoulders.
Things had to get better...
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