Ora Mae

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

 

No one comes back once the train takes them. Railroad seems to go only one way, out of town. My dad used to say that we lost more people in one year than we got cows. And we got a heck a lot a cows. I remember Ora Mae left when she was 17. Couldn’t help it, her family was leaving. We promised each other one day we’d be married. But I heard she changed her name once she got to the city. And finally, 25 years later, here she comes back. I keep wondering why but, heck, it don’t matter.

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