I Had Nothing After Prison Until I Discovered a Cave That Gave Me a New Start

boots on gravel. The muffled sound of voices arranging themselves into some kind of approach. The headlights of two trucks swept through the scrub brush below the hill and sent white light strobing through the darkness.

Then, stepping through the beam of the lead truck’s headlights, came a figure she would have known by his walk from twice the distance.continue reading …