It was a bright, frosty morning. The pavement outside the back door glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. I sat on the veranda sipping coffee and enjoying the stillness. 530 more words
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(Caution: This story contains scenes of mild terror and is not suitable for those under the age of 13).
For eleven months of the year the three generations existed in harmony beneath the same roof. 1,362 more words