Preparing for Autumn
Should I not be heard from, or seen again, I am heading to the BASEMENT to change the filter in the furnace. I publish this as a note to future mystery buffs who will, on some cold October morning, sit over steaming cups of coffee pondering my fate. Was it the giant spiders that cocooned her and gradually wrapped her DNA into their silken webs? Perhaps the obese mice that lived a free and easy life in the darkness under the stairs, descended on her back as she bent over the hidden space in the furnace as she slid the new filter in place? Maybe it had been massive bats, the likes of which had not been seen in the midnight skies wrapped their giant wings around her body as her screams went unheard? I hope you remember me fondly as you reach for the pumpkin spice coffee creamer. Here I go....................................