The Light Flickers

I hear loud knocking.

By Darla M SeelyPublished 3 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Mitchell Soeharsono on Unsplash

I hear loud knocking.

The light flickered on and off.

Strange feeling in air

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Darla M Seely

I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos

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