Who Says Friday the 13th Can't be "Lucky?"

Friday, January 13, 2006

The snow came down and the wind howled that fierce Friday morning of the thirteenth of January. As Collette collated the congregational report, she watched the screen door slam open and shut on the back of the old Grimm house across the farm. Likewise, their wind-catcher was affected, and spun furiously in circles outside the door. By noon, the snow had begun to accumulate and Collette settled in quite toastly for a bitter afternoon and evening – quite wonderful, she thought.