Six Sentence Sunday

                                   Saving For A Rainy Day
The grounds keeper showed me where I could find Walter, but that had been three days ago and these grounds were a vast maze if you don’t know where you're going.  I parked the truck to look at the drawing he made for me. According to the drawing, I had to look for a statue of an angel with a harp. I put the truck back in drive and creep along father down the drive, looking for anything that might look like an angel statue.
There it was, about a mile or two from where I had parked.  The angel looked female but was most likely man.

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you. — Marsha Norman

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