The flash flood rampaged down from the dry hills and over the road in front of Rikki Held’s house in eastern Montana. The rush of water drowned all other sound from the late June afternoon from where Held stood at the top of the driveway watching the torrent with her father. The spot by the mailbox where she’d stood waiting for the school bus as a kid, that she’d passed a thousand times—more—on her way in and out of the house, had become a foreign body of water.
- 8/27/2023
- by Cassidy Randall
- Rollingstone.com
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