It wasn't a dark and stormy night, but quite the opposite actually, it was a clear and lovely springtime day in Henry’s mind. The daisies sat in a perfect row, each 18.4 inches tall, Henry looked at them, and even though one was 18.1 inches tall, Henry just admired their simple beauty. Lovely cirrus clouds floated in the blue sky of Henry’s consciousness. The nights conflicting winds had subsided, he let the prevailing wind take over his mind as he prepared for his daughters arrival, she was bringing her fiancé. She was bringing the man who had stolen his daughter’s heart, but that was ok, he smiled to himself as he polished his .33 caliber, he was getting it back.
Yeah I know, I rock! :-P
