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

rabbit. The kind you buy at a hospital gift shop. One ear was chewed. The fur was rubbed bald in patches.

He set it gently on top of the headstone. He pressed his forehead to the cold granite.

And through the sobs, in a voice I could barely make out, he said, “Daddy’s sorry, baby. Daddy’s so sorry. I shouldn’t have let him…”

I never heard the rest of continue reading …