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

ever stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You didn’t intrude. You showed up. That’s a different thing.”

He reached into his vest pocket again. I thought maybe it was a wallet or a card. But what he pulled out was a small polaroid. Faded. Worn soft at the edges from being carried.

He handed it to me.

It was a little girl, maybe three, sitting on the gas continue reading …