Cherry Hills Village, CO
When the seller delivered my first pin, an eerie silence descended upon the entire neighborhood. The songs of the birds, the buzzing of insects, the laughter of children had vanished. The sunlight became wan as if some alien force was sucking the very sunlight, even though there were no clouds in the sky. My dog first began to howl and then hid in the basement whining. And my daughter asked who was the strange bald man that had just pulled into the driveway. Was it some messenger from a dark beyond?
That was when I met Mr. 68
London, ON
