at the newspaper meeting last friday (before halloween), dressed in costumes, the kids and i used our stormy creativity on the old
"it was a dark and stormy night..." line--
taking it places it had never been...
"DO something with it," i told them, "like, something, different, from a noise scratching at the window..." i knew they were capable
(and frankly, they knew it too.)
later, tucked in the stack of pages to photocopy i found this one written by my dearest abby, and standing there in the bright and empty copy room... i read for the first time, exactly what i'd been expecting them to write, (but at the same time never knowing what i'd expect to find...) and all at once finding myself overwhelmed and so so so proud and pleased and in love with this:
abby's dark 'n stormy adaptation.