Today–eight years ago–my son was killed. Eight years. Who can believe it? He was twenty-two. Just twenty-two. Young and vibrant, one who loved guitar music, he was a great musician. But also a fast driver, unaware the road ahead included a curve too dangerous to travel at high speed; especially amid a torrential downpour of summer rain. The name of the road? Dead Man’s Curve. Want to read more?
©.2012 Phoebe Leggett
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