It was spring when she arrived, a broomstick-riding hag, dark and ugly. Dad claimed she belonged on the pages of Macbeth, stirring a bubbling cauldron!
She set up camp at our front gate and stayed for days on end.
After a week, Dad surrendered, telling Mom, “Let your mother in.”
John Fowler served twenty years in the US Air Force before retiring and starting a second career in the IT field. He is also a Lay Pastor serving a small church near his home in Texas. His hobbies include reading, golfing, and writing.
This can be true sometimes!
Her Name was Mildred!
Her name was Grace Cole my great grandmother,
Barry
I believe in magic!