I felt under a state of siege, and began to batten down the hatches, well pull the curtains at any rate. The only problem being that it means they can’t see in but neither can you see out, and therefore, what they are up to.

The phone rang and Tom answered it. “Certainly not, goodbye.” He put the phone down and turned puce. “The impudence of it, would we like to come out and talk to them?”

I Can Only Imagine
Copywrite 2008  © Prairie_girl_64 Melissa Dawn Northe

We got back to my house and I made us a quick meal of pasta, and a side salad, which we ate with a bottle of red wine. Actually we ate it with knives and forks, but I suspect that’s implicit, isn’t it?

Meeting a girl in a book store, leads me to a different life and more.

This is a sequel to my story "The Witch, the Warlock, and me." If you haven’t, you might want to read it to find out about a few of the characters in this story.