An Evening Stroll

The sky was dusty red as the sun took its last gasp for the evening. Ruth and Margaret hadn’t intended remaining so late. Lost in an historical time warp, they didn’t notice day’s end.
16th Century headstones…18th Century family crypts…told stories of disease, murder and hangings.
Noticing the late hour they huddled together.
An ancient crypt…a gargoyle atop the roof loomed between them and their car. The wind blew, leaves swirled…a loud bang sent them screaming up the path.
Hearts thumping they jumped in the car, locking the doors.
With forced bravado their laughter filled the ghostly grounds.

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