From Ghoulies and Ghosties, Long-Leggitie Beasties . . .
Looking up, he saw a bat struggle across a sky that storm and sunset working together had turned an eerie green.
And I should mention that . . .
Normally, I don't blog on weekends. But this story is unstoppable, one sentence per day now through Halloween.
This sentence, incidentally, is autobiographical. I was eleven years old and standing in the sand lot, not far from one of the three haunted houses in Winooski, when I saw that bat. All three houses are gone now, alas, including the one with the secret room in the top floor.