Ain't that the truth. I'll keep this short because I'm feeling rough... spending my time in a darkened room till I get over this awful cold. Thanks, my friend.
The Eyes Have It
Clifford Wardell Junior had spoken the truth. It weren’t possible to miss the bright yellow house with its deep red shutters and wide eaves. Nestled back from the road and standing tall, it was as fine a home as August had ever seen, and as he turned into the laneway he noticed a small, well-built barn in back of it. Behind that there be a corral what looked to be three or so acres.
An open field what seemed part of the property bordered it, but he didn’t