“Frightening spider webs, not my cup of tea” Susan said. “Jack Frost’s paintings I love, but the thought of how many large beings weave those webs, gives me chills!”
“Never mind, honey, I’ll sweep them off after I finish the driveway.” A half hour later, Susan called to her husband to come in for some hot chocolate. Getting no response she thought he was probably putting the shovel away in the garage.
Shortly, there was a knock on the door. “Jack’s not coming, but I could use a warm drink…”. Susan spied a black hairy arm leaning against the doorway.
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27 March 2026
The Bag Lady 