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I especially like the way you have the L's and the B's line up in Hermie's cereal bowl. It's just gently wierd enough and visual to make a lasting impression. I also like that you've named your character Hermie. Hermie and Jellicoe. Some names... So here's my try at an epiphany.

Richard kept on driving around to the left, rain popping on his windshield and the hood of his car. The driveway was laid with wide, rust-red bricks set in a herringbone pattern. Stunted weeds and plants grew up between them. The driveway kept turning around to the left. What with the slow turning of the driveway, the rain, and the plants growing right up to the edge of it, he could see only ten or fifteen feet ahead. Richard yawned. He was beginning to wonder when the house would show up when a flurry of great raindrops came down on the windshield with a sharp slap. The windshield wipers droned a rhythmic back and forth across the glass. The air was blowing on him from the dashboard cool. Still, the inside of the car was beginning to feel very small and stuffy. To distract himself, Richard thought about the meal he would be having with Caroline later that evening. She would be wearing the black evening dress. The one she knew that always got him so worked up. Although he wasn't seeing anyone else, he felt as though he was cheating on someone. This so confused and exhausted him so that he had begun sleeping badly. His friends had noticed this and offered their own remedies. Some had suggested that he cut things off with Caroline. Although this seemed like a drastic move, he considered this in the back of his mind. Through the trees, now, he could see a car port, and a solitary figure standing next to the house. Eldon. The man was dressed in gray livery, and standing at an informal sort of attention. He looked exactly the way Caroline described her dead father. It was uncanny. Right then, as he rolled down the window, Richard decided that tonight's dinner with Caroline would be the very last one.

Bob ;-)