Standing in the Rain; a brief portrait of a victim.

She stood on the streetcorner, under the light-pole and the cross-walk sign, watching the lights change from green, to yellow, to red, and back again. The lights were long. The cars moved lazily. Even the rain fell sluggishly. Everything was in slow-motion.

Lightning made freeze-frames of the dull, grey scene playing out on the intersection. Lightning like a slow-motion strobe-light.

The car was in slow motion as it pulled up to the curb. Stopped. The door inched open. A tear rolled slowly down her cheek- or was it only a raindrop?

...milk-carton mug-shot baby, missing since 1983.