The Storyteller - the wit and wisdom of Frank Coughlin

A Mid-Summer Night's Gloom

Midnight Madness

In the deep of the night, sometime after all the reveleers had gone home, well past midnight, she crept onto the porch. Dressed entirely in black, she would not be mistaken for any of the nights party people who would be dressed in bright, gay colors.
In fact, she would not be seen at all on this moonless night. That is how she planned it.


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