[stylist] for company newsletter:Getting the Halloween Candy

[Brenda]

Dear List

I work for a small online medical transcription company. We have never 
met in person.Some of the leadership know I have lost my vision and 
converted from doing my job reading print to use of a screen reader, but 
not much else.Our supervisor is going to have a newsletter for Halloween 
and she wants people to send in pictures of their kids and pets in 
costume.Our kids are grown and we don't dress up our pets so I won't 
have any pictures, but I thought I would submit a story.My goal is to 
send a cute little story that includes elements of me as a blind 
individual without over emphasizing.

I would appreciate any constructive feed back.I especially want to know 
if I should even send it.

I saved the document as a plaintext file first, so hopefully all the 
spaces after periods will be kept.

By the way, I do read a lot of the posts and other people's 
contributions.I just don't have anything further to add.So now I'm 
asking for help even though I don't contribute much.I don't want to be a 
user and not contribute so if you feel I need to quit submitting things 
please let me know.

Getting the Halloween Candy

Halloween was only three days away and we had no candy.What is the use 
of buying a bunch of candy when it will probably be raining and no 
trick-or-treaters will show up I thought.My husband who on most days 
avoided the rain braved the current downpour and headed for the car.Not 
wanting to miss a chance to get out of the house, I followed him.

"God is great and beer is good and people are crazy" drowned out the 
pounding drops on the roof of the car.Not very Halloweenish, but I never 
have heard The Monster mash on a country station.

Dodging puddles, we made our way into the store.

"Maybe we should get some beer."I said to my husband as we entered the 
store.

"We're here to get candy for the trick-or-treaters." He snapped drying 
his glasses.

We really need to get some beer or maybe just listen to the song by 
Ricky Carrington again I decided. Smells of rotisserie chicken and baked 
goods filled the air and my mouth began to water.Moving my white cane 
from one side to the other, I followed the blur ahead of me to the candy 
isle at the other end of the store before my stomach could wake up and 
growl.

Then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of peanut brittle calling 
me.Seeing little more than the bright lights in the store and the blur 
of shelves, I began to turn first right, and then left listening as the 
sound got louder and louder.Feeling a chill I stopped to zip my coat but 
turned right again instead of exiting the store.Back and forth went my 
cane like a windshield wiper protecting me from carts and store displays.

The smell of peanuts joined the shouting of PEANUT BRITTLE, PEANUT 
BRITTLE and my mouth began to water and my stomach growled.Holding the 
plastic box carefully, I walked to a center isle near the checkout line 
where my husband could spot me.

"Where'd you go?"I turned around and you weren't anywhere to be found."

"The peanut brittle was calling me and I had to get some. If you want, 
we can eat some in the car."

Appeased by the prospect of a treat, my husband released his grip on my 
coat and we walked to the checkout line.