Description
The lake was unusually calm that particular June day, when my Mother and Father started on their daily fishing trip.
I bade them farewell from the dock, and reluctantly started back to the cottage. Although I did not have the patience for fishing, it seemed that there should be something more exciting to look forward to than a game of solitaire.
Resigning myself to this entertainment, I settled down on the screened porch with my cards and the radio. I played the necessary unsuccessful game, and my luck began to change. I triumphantly placed the last ace on the stack which won the game.
Recommended Citation
Burrin, Jane
(1942)
"A Nightmare,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 10
:
Iss.
2
, Article 22.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol10/iss2/22
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