Linda Trout here. Let’s do a round robin. Haven’t done this in a while so here are the rules:
I’ll start a story, then you pick up where I left off and let’s see where it goes.
The Grandfather clock in the hall chimed midnight.
She sighed. “So it begins.”
Pulling back the heavy drape, she peered out. Moonlight bounced off the crystals on the brown grass, deceptively making the area look like a wonderland. Her little calico spotted her and came running for the door. Smart animal, she thought. No one or nothing in their right mind would want to be out in the frigid cold for long. Herself included.
But that would change all too quickly. Reluctantly she reached for . . .
Your turn. What happens next?