“I detest the FEAST of All Souls” James shoved his feet, one after the other into his best boots. He kept up a muttering, just low enough that no one but the dog heard (and she merely stretched and rolled over). “I ABHOR going to the mausoleum,” his panic rising at the thought of how difficult it is to AVOID the mud, the spiders, and the rats that call that foul place home. ALOUD, he merely said, “Yes, mother, I am almost ready.”

Georg’ann

Katherine hadn’t meant to SPOIL the surprise, hadn’t given thought to how her CLOVE scented perfume always permeated the air around her, lingered in any space she moved through.
With her thick BLOND hair neatly tucked into a dark knitted cap she’d felt invisible.
While she might not be seen she was everywhere in the room.
Margaret entered the room and immediately felt a FLOOD of emotion as the telltale aroma put all her senses on alert. Without conscious awareness she gasped ALOUD.

Heather