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I had an interesting idea for a story last Halloween. (By the way, watching Son Number Three as a fierce dragon is a laugh riot.) It's really just an opening line that popped into my head: Paul Maybey dug the grave that his daughter would soon fill. I envisioned a moody piece with dark and shadow with an image of an older man slowly digging a grave. I got about 500 words into it before I had to make a run to the airport and haven't gotten around to returning to it. If inspiration strikes some cold wintry night, I just might see where it leads.