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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
Darkness threatened as I navigated twisting streets trying to catch a glimpse of Joe’s taillights. This recurring dream inhibited my daytime, injecting uncertainty where none before existed.
Our life was good; why would he leave?
The house shook with thunder. The shepherd cowered between my knees and the stove where I stirred onions in olive oil.
Mary’s tiny voice filled brief quiet gaps. “What game is this, Daddy? How do I play?”
I peered around the doorway to see him, sweating, prostrate on the carpet.
Through thick rain I trailed the ambulance, its taillights red in the eclipsing darkness.