It had been a dark and stormy afternoon, so after supper Sam and I decided to get out for a walk before it got too dark. Or at least before it started to rain again.
It was kinda spooky, to tell you the truth…
The light had an eerie copper post-storm tinge to it and there was a strange moaning sound in the distance that lasted the entire 45 minute walk. If my name was Dorothy and I lived in Kansas with my Auntie Em, I’d be running for the storm cellar. It was really weird. So weird that we actually turned around and went home, our imaginations in overdrive.
And then…
I looked across the lake and saw a bank of fog moving in. One by one, the lights on the other side went out as the fog came closer. No wait… that was a Stephen King novel I read. Sorry.
I’ve only ever read three Stephen King novels in my entire life, do you believe it?..That foggy one (which I can’t remember the name of, his latest one (which I also can’t remember the name of), and The Dome.
For the rest of the evening I have another scary task to look forward to – untangling this bit of a mess. What I really mean to say is…
fuckety fuckfuckfuck.
What’s got you spooked, today?
Steven King is overrated – I don’t read his books and I don’t watch the movies made from his books. I got over wanting to be scared out of my wits when I was around 20. Too bad you had to rip out all that knitting. Lovely piece of work. Is it a sock?
🙂 You always make me smile!! I hope your knitting and your day get better. BTW, I’ve never gotten that far in a Steven King novel either – I’ts not required when you read for pleasure 🙂
Forget Steven King. I’ve not read him. 🙂
As adults, we’ve earned the right to voice our fuckety fucks as they arise. Keep it up, Nita!
Frogging? I never knew that about knitting. But I only learned the basics back in high school. Looks like you had a wonderful time at the park.
Funny post with all those F words from Fog on,….::)