The Whale, Chapter 3

[David MacGregor]

Flashlight under the bed

Helga and gunplay

Heat up that coffee some

And blow out

That mirror

[Jonathan Potter]

Thanks, David

[Richard Blaisdell]

Double barrel, over and under, no shell mentioned . I assume she could hear the oceans roar. Ghosts have a way of returning.

[Jonathan Potter]

Thank you, Richard

[Stanley Wotring]

Very interesting poem! Leaves you curious for the continuing story! Love the line, “living out the grace

Left behind in the wake of sadness.”.

[Jonathan Potter]

Thanks, Stan

[onecloud]

yes - . . . “living out the grace

Left behind in the wake of sadness.”.

"me too"

[onecloud]

wow! the suspense! the fear! ! the anticipation! this is beautiful. parts --- bringing me to tears. :)