The Last Furlong

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No one called last night, thank goodness 

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The first Halloween the Furlongs experienced in the UK, caused a terrible fright on Trick or Treat night. 

Having just arrived from violence-torn Africa, this Furlong opened the front door when the doorbell rang, to be faced with two youths dressed in black balaclavas.

This Furlong almost collapsed with sheer terror.

A killer clown would have been a breeze.

This is our first Halloween back in our old town where the balaclavas called.

Thank goodness no one rang our doorbell last night.

No one.

Not even a killer clown.


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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