Dollie E Abernathy-Mason

THE MIDNIGHT RIDE

THE MIDNIGHT RIDE Elijah smiled and watched his family sleeping in the flickering dim light of the candle on the table. Deep in thought, he wondered, was the box the answer to his family’s dreams and his dad’s prayers? A still small voice broke the silence to ask, “Elijah, why are you awake?” Elizabeth said, walking closer to him. Placing her hand on his shoulder, he kissed it and asked her to sit with him.