It had been a very spooky day. But it was one of those spooky days that doesn’t make sense because those kinds of spooky days are reserved for the middle or end of October when there’s a chill in the air and the vibrant leaves seem to shower from darkened, cloudy skies. Today started out sunny and hot, just as an August day should. It was so hot and humid, walking outside seemed to require a machete to slice through the densely packed molecules of drenched air. And when the atmosphere became entirely saturated, the rain came. It fell hard like it was angry and giving the world a beating. It poured down with just a deafening cacophony, it seemed to be shielding nefarious activity the way a sound machine dampens outside noises from a sleeping baby. Standing in the garage, I just knew the rain made a deal with the devil to hide his dirty deeds. Something was coming. I just didn’t know what or when. But I knew it wasn’t good.
Sparks 