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

there had been more than one of them.

“Sir,” I said. “Sir, can you hear me? I’m calling an ambulance.”

His good eye opened. He stared at me like he was trying to remember how to focus.

Then he grabbed the front of my jacket.

“Save… save my dog.”

I looked around the lot. The fluorescent lights buzzed over empty parking spots. I didn’t see a dog. I didn’t continue reading …