photo credit: Matthew Mendoza

A Familiar Bark

Samuel Deitz
Sep 8, 2018 · 6 min read

THE MIDDLE OF October always has a certain feel to it in Montgomery. The skies fill with white clouds and fog settles low in the slow waking mornings, refusing to depart until its impact has been felt by enough souls. A chill rushes in with the breeze and every sound feels crisper, whether it be the snapping of a branch, a doorbell ringing, or an owl hooting from a hidden cottonwood — the presence of echoes transcends through time.

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Samuel Deitz

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I am a creative writer. I pen stories in various genres such as horror, psychological thrillers, humor, and fantasy. I love most things.

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