Tales Of Corwin

The Monday before Thanksgiving, Sandra woke up and looked out the window. It was a beautiful fall day, sunny and dry. There was no shortage of things to be done, at work and around the house. And yet … “Mark,” she said. Mark opened his eyes. “Hey, beautiful,” he said. “Let’s get away for a little while today—can we?” Sandra suggested. “What do you think?” “What did you have in mind?” he asked. “How about Starved Rock?” she replied. “A little hike, and a picnic lunch? I’ll pack it.” “You’re on,” he said. “Just let me get a quick shower first.” Unspoken between them lay the sense that this might be their last chance to get away together for a while. Mark’s parents were coming to town on Tuesday and staying through Thanksgiving. Then there was the looming threat of the winter weather foreseen by Timi; the warmth of this strange November couldn’t last forever. Who knew when they might have a chance like this again? They ate breakfast at Mark’s favorite place, a tiny diner in a tiny nearby town. Then they