There was a one hundred year old tree on one side of the road, where the roads were broader, just before the turn-off that led to the scenic point where Caldwell and Aurora had parked to watch the year’s first snow fall. Aurora pointed to the tree and said, “That’s where my father’s accident happened last year. It was in the newspapers and, after his recovery, he was interviewed for the six o’clock news.”
Caldwell nodded and looked at his phone to check the time. Tonelessly, he said, “It is almost midnight. Don’t you think we should be getting on the road? The snow has been falling for hours. As it is, the roads will probably be hard to navigate…”
Aurora: “A little longer, please…”
Aurora opened the window, put her hand out, and caught a snowflake on her hand. It melted quickly and left
