I Asked a Bleeding Biker on the Curb if He Needed Help and He Said Save My Dog

glasses. He came over slow, like he was carrying something heavy.

“You found Daisy?” Bear said.

“She’s in my car. Her leg’s broken but the vet said she’ll heal.”

Bear closed his eyes for a second. He took off his glasses. He pressed his thumb and finger into the corners of his eyes.

When he looked at me again, his eyes were wet.

“Son,” he said, “you don’t continue reading …