Moving through the darkness, numb and trying to stay awake. Stacy did her best to stay focused on the road. It was the 3rd time in as many months she drove across this bridge to yet another funeral. Her mom first, and now her dad was gone.
The lake dropped a little more each day. The drought had been prevalent this summer and now it echoed the condition of her heart. Having cried all her tears, she now felt drained just like the once overflowing water that washed upon the shores of her childhood town. Welcome home! the water mocked.