Thanks to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for the photo that prompted the story, which I also wrote in a mad rush over my morning cuppa!
Frank searched for years.
Every
vacation he covered hundreds of miles - along freeways, up and down innumerable
side roads, stopping in each town and city, enquiring at every gas station,
always with the same question.
“Have you
seen this girl?”
Marjorie
took their remaining children and left, so Frank quit his job to join a
trucking company.
He asked
other drivers, questioned every cafe owner, showed her photograph everywhere.
“Do you
know her?”
He was
despairing until he saw the road-sign with the faded cards stuck on it.
Her name
and a town.
“Dad.
Forgive me. Here I am.”


