from his lap. It clattered and rolled. Ashida looked away. He heard a muffled shriek. He tracked it. He walked up to the jalopy. He flashed his Man Camera, in tight. The trunk lid’s ajar. Something’s in there. He jammed up the lid. He saw a little boy. The boy was crushed dead under a spare tire. A little girl murmured and coughed blood. She tried to say something. Ashida picked her up and held her close. She clawed at his face and died in his arms.
