A man driving an old blue car almost runs me over. He needs directions to the hospital. I understand the third time. “For the child”—his bony hand jabs her shoulder. A boy in the backseat stares at me, eyes like cracked marbles, waiting to go home. They buried his mother under a white wooden cross by the river, dark and shimmering with oil slicks. Her husband used goat’s blood to write the epitaph because there was no paint. The makeshift ambulance pulls away; talk radio mumbles goodbyes. A child’s fingers dance out the window, playing in the indifferent traffic.
Bio: Jacob Silverman is a writer and a contributing online editor at VQR. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bookforum, the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, the Christian Science Monitor, Bookslut, and other publications. His website is www.jacobsilverman.com.
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