Friday the 13th
Siggy Buckley
This morning, I had a strange dream, what made it strange?
The dream was about a story I began, but never got far with called The Empire's Wrath, but the painters didn't realise as they painted Wrath (meaning anger), between the A & T was a rust stain that looked like an I, turning Wrath into Wraith (angry spirit), or did they see it?
I hadn't thought of the story for so long, I can't recall the last time.
My friend Siggy Buckley published it on her website. From her name, and appearance, you can tell she isn't Irish, her family left Berlin at the start of Adolf Hitler's rise to power.
Why is today Friday the 13th for me?
Today is Friday, and it will be the 13th arranged date with my friend Clara, who lives in Whitchurch, Bristol, this time I hope she turns up
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