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MICAH ROBINSON'S

THE UPPERMOST WINDOW
WRITTEN 2/3/1997

The road was dark and rain fell onto the
windows so hard no one in the car could
see the road ahead. If it became worse
they would have to stop and wait it out.
It was a long drive home and everyone
was tired. The driver stopped and tried
to read the sign which said that the
bridge was out, they could not go on
until the bridge was fixed. An old
mansion loomed over the dark rain
infested sky shining a singular light
from the uppermost window.