The TENOR of the place was spooky. As she approached the SHACK, Marie regretted having taken this job as a census worker. So far, this HILLY, rural area had been charming. But, now, she has no confidence that it will remain benign.

Georg’ann

What of her YOUTH remains.
Still those sparkling eyes, seeing
the world through artist lens.
Captivated by light and shadow,
reflections in SHINY objects.
Still plucking that one HAIRY mole
on the far left side of her jaw.
Still desiring hands to caress
the curves of her HILLY body.

Heather