Built in the late 1930's-
Victorian, with a touch of Gothic-
remodeled more than once....
The wind can still be heard.......

whistling thru the window sills

It's storming this night-
raindrops drip through the ceiling-
Lights flicker from the lightning and thunder,
"Please, not now!", he says to himself-


Flash of lightning....Thunder!
power ...gone
darkness

A few of the residents become.....
restless.........scared
Most have been here for many years-
some  leave their units..... to seek out....

"the Night Watchman."

He has been thru this before, more than once-
He  takes them by their hand,
and with his lantern....
Gently leads them back to their 'beds'....

The storm passes....... silence reigns-
he sits at his desk-
His "tea"could not taste better-
The night will soon be over.

This night.......
              v                     


In the mausoleum!!


copyright: r. riddle 4-14-2016