Dark
and Stormy Night
Jeff strode through the woods, that dark and stormy
night. The wind danced over the trees,
clouds played tag with the moonbeams.
Jeff was making rapid footprints as he strode down the path. Lantern at his side, light beams lighting the
way, penetrating the darkness.
Shadows from the lantern light, bouncing off the
shrubs. Oh what a night for a horror
story, Jeff thought. This is the path
the coven would dance down to their bonfire what a witching New England night
it would be. Jeff’s mind raced on that
dark and stormy night. Other images came
forth as werewolf’s sat among the trees serenading the witches. Naked warlocks scattered among the waving
trees. Bodies writhing and weaving to
the sound of the rustling wind. The
thump of the branches pounding on the ground, a frenzy of dancing around the
fire.
Jeff continued his pace along the path, watching the
shadows dance across it. The storm had
pushed the wildlife into their burrows.
Looking ahead, Jeff could see the path ahead, lit by the silver beams of
the moon.
Oh what a romantic night this could be Jeff
thought. Walking my girl back home after
the dance. Brief interludes in the
hidden shadows. Jeff felt her warm body
beside, rubbing on his arm.
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