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

with a hand the size of a dinner plate.

Then he said, very quietly, “She’s alright. She ain’t botherin’ nothin’.”

His voice was wrecked. Hoarse and cracking from whatever he’d just let out of himself.

I should have grabbed my dog and left. That’s what a normal person would have done. Instead I said something I still don’t understand.

I said, “Who was she?continue reading …