The Last Time I Saw My First Love Was on My 17th Birthday – Thirty Years Later, a Woman Who Looked Exactly like Her Walked Into My Yard

A tornado sounds like a freight train. Everyone says that, and everyone is right.

That afternoon, the sky had turned the strange green-gray color that makes people in Oklahoma stop and listen. I grabbed my purse, medication bag, the flashlight from the junk drawer, and the old photo album I kept beside the stove. continue reading …