Mr.Baxley

Mr.Baxley walked up the road from his house as he watched the moon just barely peek its head over the hazion. The steps he took hit the dirt road with a heavy thud as he hurried along the open path. All around Mr.Baxley were big oak trees and large houses with huge front porches. But there was one in particular Mr. Baxley was looking for. One belonging to an old friend of his. Mr.Baxley turned the corner in the road and looked ahead and saw the house and smiled.