#Chapter106
The leaves were floating from the trees and onto the penny brown grass below. We were far into the fall and planning to head into Mother Nature’s winter mixture.
Hot chocolate. Apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Roasted turkey. A fire place bright and knee-high socks that would keep my legs warm. My mom would switch to a movie, Halloween classics to be exact.
Hocus Pocus. Halloween. She loved the old classic horror films, which is what they would play all month long.
My snack bowl in hand, I turned on the television and searched the channels for something that would keep my attention. Nothing. There was nothing that would even make me smile. Everything reminded me of my mother.
There were the memories, enjoyable times we would spend together. She loved the fall just as much as the males here did.
There was a light knock against the bedroom room. I gave the okay for their entry. The door opened. Her face, lifeless and plain.
