Still Trying To Get Home Pt2
continued from Pt1
My knocks were answered by an old woman in a housedress.
As I begin to explain, I felt the chill of the rain. I expected this woman to tell me I was
insane. But I noticed pain in her eyes, then the tears. I wanted to disappear. Her words
would forever change my outlook on the things of this world.
She said "You're not the first, nor will you be the last to bring home my baby girl!"
*4th Place win in "Awesome Paranomal Experience" Contest
* Written for John Freemans Contest.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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