5:46 PM
Joann H. Buchanan
Midnight, most people think that is the point of magic where all the power of time and space unite. In fact, those people would be wrong. The real time is 12:01. That’s when the hour of power really begins. 12:01 is such a beautiful odd number.
Michael Peterson was a novelist. Not a great one, but he did well enough to afford the little house in the middle of the country and it put his children through college. His wife Crystal, passed away from complications due to the cancer she battled for the last few years. In the end there was nothing left but a frail shell, just big enough to trap her spirit.
“It’s ok, I’m going to be ok,” he said to...
