A Bolt From The Sky

by Carola Von Hoffmannstahl-Solomonoff

It was a warm day in early October. Even Albany looked beautiful in the Autumn light. Stan’s monthly Shriners’ meeting had gone swimmingly. He felt confidant of being elected Grand Poobah. Casting his eyes heavenward he said a silent prayer of thanks. At that moment–

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