Tales, stories, and poetry

The stealthy steps of the perpetrator trod over the loose gravel of the garden path making a sinister, almost imperceptible, noise.
The Moon looked down and could see her light reflected by the ominous Scissors in the gloved hand, and scared hid her face behind a dense cloud....

Dum-Dum, the imp who worked as doorman closed the gate with a slam, missing just for a mite to catch and rip the glorious train of the dress of Day going out to a earned rest till next dawn.
After walking two steps away, Dum-Dum, remembered he had not locked the gate and got back, gave two whole turns to the old key, mumbling, which was not odd for him, who was always mumbling. We do not know what he mumbled, but most of us suspect he just...

 It was January...
I was a bit surprised by the cold, then I remembered I was back home.
Too many years away made me forget the way the climate worked. I was used to hot Decembers, and hotter Januaries.

It was a glorious morning.
I could not finish my breakfast, and pestered the nurse to push my wheelchair to the garden.
When I was comfortable sitting under the big oak in the southwest corner of the garden, I opened my book and prepared to start to read....