It is funny how thoughts go. I was driving to Amanda's at 4 o'clock one afternoon. Most of the cars had their lights on but it wasn't dark. The thought came to me that if you were looking for something outside you wouldn't need a flashlight.
I had a flashlight that night. I don't know what it looked like. I don't know where I found it. The beam of that flashlight shone in the bushes. There he was but he wasn't. I had a flashlight, then my world turned dark for days, for weeks, for months, for years. Twenty-seven years and the thoughts still come unbidden all because I was thinking about the lengthening light as I was driving late one afternoon.
Waiting for the morning Leroy James.