OMINOUS CLOUDS BLOCKED all light from the moon. Lightning lit up the sky and thunder boomed almost instantly—another Texas thunderstorm. The black night darkened when flickering street lights went out. The wipers swished back and forth furiously while horizontal rain pounded the windshield of our ’89 Pontiac Parisienne. The howling winds drowned out the radio, as our car inched on down the winding road. Suddenly, something appeared in the road ahead of us. The car screeched to a halt when my husband slammed on the brakes. I noticed in the glow of the headlights a little girl drenched by the downpour. Jumping out of the car, I quickly approached the girl saying, “Hi Sweetie, where is your mommy?”
“Mommy’s gone . . .” she whimpered, tears mingling with the falling rain.
. . . to be continued . . .