The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

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 © | Year Posted 2010

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Haick Avatar
February 27, 2010 at 6:10 PM
Hey, handsome, Didn't I say this was a winner??? Congratulations are in order. XOXOXO to you, JAM! Love, Peanut butter
Devonshire Avatar
January 22, 2010 at 8:58 PM
Positively riviting ending, Jimmy!
Freeman Avatar
January 22, 2010 at 11:44 AM
I want to thank you for graciously supporting my contest. I will read part 2. Sincerely, Moses
Haick Avatar
January 13, 2010 at 2:42 PM
This is a sure winner to me by all standards!! I wish you luck in JohnMoses's Contest, love! Goes to my favs.! Scary, but good scary!!LOL love always, Audrey*Sunshine
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