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with me and quickly wrapped it around my head, but fearing the voices would come nearer, I took it off. I dare not run, and walking was too slow, so I moved at a half run-walk down the loose gravel road, trembling from head to foot The voices sounded as if they were just above and to the side of me. 1 looked up, trying to see where they came from, but only saw the half-moon moving in and out of the clouds Halfway home, as I neared the bridge, the cries were deafening I almost turned back, but the safety of home beckoned. The voices faded somewhat after 1 went past the water. Next was a short clearing and then the tali trees casting dark long shadows across the road. The trees stood still as 1 turned into the driveway. That short driveway seemed miles long, and I felt like I was in slow motion as I stepped on the back porch and reached for the door knob It seemed that the voices would surely get me before I could get into the house. Then I was inside, the door was shut and I was safe. The voices were gone, never to be heard again except in memory. NIGHT ON THE TOWN Louise F. Seely Non Professional Third Place Anecdote It was a beautiful spring day-just right to begin housecleaning. Aunt Hilda always worked from the cellar up, so her first chore was to go through the fruit jars on the cellar shelves, selecting the good ones to dust and place on clean papered shelves. The fruit that hadn't kept well, that was showing signs of fermentation or mold, was opened and the contents poured into buckets to be disposed of later. 37 |