Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Chapter 1. Mrs. Whatsit

It was a dark and stormy night.


In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat at the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the ground.

The house shook.



excerpt from A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

please note: photo by StrawberryFields1967

4 comments:

  1. It sure was a dark and stormy night. I also wrapped myself in a patchwork quilt, as the rain pelted the house.

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  2. We had rumbles of thunder, but nothing that made me run for the patchwork quilt.

    I haven't read A Wrinkle in Time in forever and a day. Must order soon.

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  3. Just finished those books. Wonderful stuff.

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