I Watched a Biker Fall to His Knees in a Graveyard Screaming a Child’s Name

the VA sent me to said it. Know how many times I gotta hear it before I believe it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me neither. I been workin’ on it for six years.”

He went quiet. He put Mister Carrots back on top of the headstone and arranged the ears so they pointed up. He patted the stone the way you’d pat a child’s head.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Rachel.”

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