I've slacked off a bit today
and yesterday too. I didn't get a post worked out to schedule for 6am this morning, sort of thought maybe I'd get something done first thing after waking up. Well, I slept in instead, did a load of washing, went to the city, came home and did another load of washing, had a nap, now here it is 5:51pm and no real post to speak of... I'm eating left over pizza and wondering what to post tomorrow. Some photos from my holiday of course, but which ones? Decisions, decisions... Meanwhile, here is a short story, following a prompt from last Wednesday. Delores, from A Feathered Nest, gave us this paragraph:- I have heard darkness described as mysterious, inky, like velvet...but the darkness in the old Davis mansion, with the last Davis reposing in his coffin across town in the Gentle Rest Funeral Home, was, simply put, horrifying. I would have as soon sat at the side of old Mr. Davis’ coffin all night than stay in this hideous old mausoleum. Yet, here I m...