The Night

The night was...

And Then

I had some sort of weird Ashton Kutcher amnesia that prevented me from fully recalling why the words 'AND THEN' held so much amusement for me. Then, I remembered one of the greatest movies ever made, "Dude, Where's My Car?" In lieu of a super secrety handshake, or making anyone fork over club dues, I propose we mandate the watching of this very special video for all 'And Then' blog writing participation. Only those suffering with issues from Chinese Food Mind Games, may be excused.

Throwing Roses in the Rain

It was a dark and stormy night. Melissa shuddered as another blast of thunder rattled the windows of her small turn-of-the-century home, as well as her nerves. She didn't enjoy being alone much at all, but never after dark. The violent storm brewing outside just added to her misery. The sounds, the smells and the heavy presence of nature unleashed brought back too many memories.

"No!, Not tonight," she begged. An unexpected knock on the door saved her from starting down that path. Although relieved to be distracted for the moment, Melissa wondered if she dared open the door. A glance at the antique grandfather clock in the entry told her it was only just past 8. "It must be one of my neighbors," she reassured herself out loud. Melissa slowly slung back the deadbolt and carefully swung open the massive solid-wood door. . .