Mystery
Misty Meadow's Secrets
Misty Meadows’ Secrets Low-lying ground fog being pushed by a gentle evening breeze hugged the lamp posts like old lovers. It wrapped around the base of the posts as if they were old friends remembering their intimate moments of yesteryear. Slowly, swirling at the base of the lamp post, its only vulnerability was the changing wind currents influenced by temperature and moisture content in the air. The two weren’t strangers to the entanglement. It was a familiar dance of seduction, the pulling and pushing by invisible sources.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Fiction
What a Night
In exploring the opening of my memory it was in the spring of '83 that I encountered what The Four Seasons sang about in their hit "Goodness! What An Evening" When in the initial verses of that hit rather than back in December of '63 Gracious! what a night for me was that evening back in '83. That evening particularly was an exceptionally extraordinary time for me. Furthermore, as the verses go as I recall what a night it was for me. I didn't have a clue about her name when she danced up to the bar at the Gold Room. I realized then things were never going to be something similar. What a woman and what a night it ended up being.
By Mandeep Singh3 years ago in Fiction










