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Never Close The Barn Door

When the wife’s away, the writer will play naughty

Photo by lorimcm on Unsplash

I woke early this morning, awakened by the barking of a dog. Not a happy bark, not a throw me the ball bark; it was an anxious bark. Getting up and pulling some clothes on quickly, I went out treading in the beam from my lamp. I saw the animal sniffing at a crack under the barn door. Then it started barking furiously. As I got closer, the barn door opened. The dog ran…

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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved