The Ribbon on the Handlebar | Six Tattooed Bikers Closed Their Eyes Around a Tiny White Casket—Then a Pink Backpack Changed Everything
The little pink backpack was waiting on the chapel bench like it expected tiny hands to swing by and scoop it up for recess. No hands came. Outside, the heat was sharp enough to make the asphalt shine like a black mirror. A cicada rattled in the maple by the parking lot. The sign on […]