So there I was, sitting at the table simply enjoying my evening when I thought I'd take a quick look at facebook and see what some old friends were up to. I came upon a "note" written by good friend, a most intriguing story about... well… inner demons I suppose.
I was captivated by the disturbing account of a dream and so did not notice the eight inch knife ever so carefully finding its way around my right side. Only the flash of sharpened steel was enough to break me away from the grasp of words on screen.
With my instincts of self preservation in full gear I turned to face the attacker; a seemingly innocent creature of small stature and good intention with a look that echoed her question of "what?"
What indeed! The smell of cantaloupe proves nothing!!!
To be continued...
