I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

a Buick Skylark ran a red light at the corner of Brookside and Main. T-boned us on the driver’s side. Donald was dead before the ambulance arrived.”

I felt the rain starting to soak through my jacket.

“I’m so sorry.”

“The driver’s name was Raymond Hutchins. He was thirty-four years old. He’d had seven beers at a bar called Malloy’s. He survived. Walked continue reading …