| It headed for the door. All it passed fading like the sun behind the clouds. All the traces of Timothy and his family were gone, their farm gone.
"Timothy! Timothyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!TIMOTHY!!!!!!!!" Grandma Richards yelled until she fainted in exhaustion. Mary Richards looked at her husband very drained and distraught for the whole family had been up all night with grandma hysterical and yelling. "Eric Darlin, who is Timothy?" "I don't know my Sweetheart." Said Mr. Richards knowing that he had no choice but to put his ma away. The scarecrow hung at its usual place. But it seemed newer somehow. Sometimes if the light hit it right it almost looked as if it had sharp teeth. Illusions of the light? Maybe the light is the illusion. |
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