
Alan Comes Home © 2003 Gary L. Benton
The morning was cold, wet, and it was developing into a windy day as well. The wind was stronger now than it had been four hours ago when I had awaken. The light rain was driven by the wind, so it appeared to be much wetter than it really was. I was chilled to the bone. Each time I looked at the mound of dirt and saw the casket, I would shiver.
I shivered, not so much fr…
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Added by Gary L. Benton on October 19, 2008 at 5:31pm —
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