It Comes Back to You
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work in this small mid-western U.S. community was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he’d been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.
It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side. With his headlights not working, that came in handy.
It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming…
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