Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
freaky, error, afterlife, decade, end, cruise, I used all twelve this week. We also got a great picture to include. Thanks EC
RIGHT OR WRONG by Granny Annie
began their cheerful caravan. Their campground was selected
in a secluded and wooded area. Everyone loved the way the moon
flickered through the trees.
was well until the close group began to gab and gossip
around the campfire.. Of course in this darkness the
subject of ghosts had to come up. Some members got more than a little
freaky as the casual topic turned to the afterlife.
Many were adamant in pointing out more than one error in the
thinking of another. You could always tell who was in the crossfire.
last gathering had been over a decade ago. Then they had gone
on a cruise and enjoyed their time together. But, sadly,
following these heated discussions in the forest, everyone knew this
would be their last time the would go anywhere together.
Not a one of the once friendly crowd noticed the black shadows that began to move closer and closer
into their tiny circle.