Thirty Years Later, ‘I Miss All the Little Things’

When I first noticed the lights of a lone car in the distance, fear washed over me. Headlights pierced the darkness of the moonless night as the car topped a small hill nearly a quarter of mile away. I watched across the open field as the car bounced down the bumpy dirt road­ until it was out of view behind a grove of trees. I … Continue reading Thirty Years Later, ‘I Miss All the Little Things’