The woods are dark, the cabin isolated.
In the distance, a bird cries into the night.
The only light, the fire in the hearth.
Not far off, a twig snaps underfoot.
Someone softly comes my way.
The dread in me rises.
Have I been found?
I am cut off from running; it is too late for that.
In pensive silence, I await my fate.
The door bursts open, Andrew is silhouetted against the stars.
“SURPRISE!”
I so hate birthdays.
lol, I’m glad all birthdays are not like this.
Danny is a handful!
Very sophisticated, I bet.
Very! And you win the bet.
Fantastic story. Danny is awesome.
I sure am!!!
So do I, Danny, so do I. What the hell was your human thinking?? At our age, a surprise like that takes a toll! I think you ought to start planning a surprise for Andrew!
Happy Birthday, Danny.
Thank you, Ms. Peach.
Love!!!
Love Danny and you!