Cooler nights that have felt so good, and the hickory trees know autumn is approaching--I've noticed leaves falling already. The morning glory vine that is twined around the clothesline pole is vibrant with purple and blue and fuschia flowers and the vine, having not twined their runners along the clothesline, has instead drooped it's vines down ward like a waterfall, vibrant with color.

Well, yesterday I submitted a three minute fiction story to NPR.
You must use this opening line: "Some people swore that the house was haunted..."

And you must use this closing line:"Nothing was ever the same again after that."

Your submission has to be 600 words or less and be able to be read in three minutes or less. Hope y'all will enter too.

Go to NPR.org/three minute fiction
entries must be submitted by September 26.



susil