Inkwell and Paper

Dark and Stormy Night


Wind howled.

Rain hit the window, hard.

Caren tried the light switch once more. Nothing. The power had been out all day. There was nothing to eat, because without a can opener even the can goods were off limit.

Caren jumped when she heard the knock on her door. She peered through the peephole, but could see nothing at all.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

Dinner crossed her mind. She got her father’s hunting knife ready for the kill.


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