Bruce Blackwell, is a story I wrote, between November 19th and November 23rd, 2018. Bruce is a designer, and blue print expert, for a large firm.
A wonderful time of the year. I know it’s been said before, but, I will always, call it from the mountain tops. I will let everyone know, that this is our time to rejoice, and put our differences aside.
Millie, and Jasper, really had fun playing in the mud. Mud pies, are always fun. Smearing mud in each others hair, and on each others clothing was the best part of the mud pie fight. Their mom’s where looking for them, once it became dark.
Jasper, and Millie had been up to their usual antics. Getting into trouble was one their traits. Together, they made the world a funnier place. If not for, what they did, or the way they told the story of how something happened.
Dillon was home with his mom. Mom, and Aunty Bonnie had planned, a dinner, which was a delightful surprise. The most embracing part of the dinner was Aunty Bonnie’s speech.
A sweet little girl, named Jolene had been found in the attic. Her parents had gone to heaven. While, on a walk with Jolene, she pointed out the place where her parents had crashed. Margo made her way down the hill and found Jolene’s parents.
Margo and Annie had opened a hidden door in Annie’s room. Both ladies, followed by the dogs had started up the stairs. All of a sudden Margo could hear Annie scream. The darkness on the stairs, made it so hard for Margo to see Annie.
The milk had been moved in the fridge. Margo, could not get that out of her mind. Voices whispering, left Annie, excusing them away.
Margo and her dogs, enjoyed their first dinner in their new home. Margo, had a chance to take her pups out for a walk around the property.
Margo had found a house for her and her rescue dogs. The rent had surprised Margo. Then to boot, she didn’t have to get any furniture to fill the rooms. This was where she would be living for quite a time.