Hairpin Bridge

by Taylor Adams

“Maybe you didn’t know her.” He tossed this out like an insult.

that's who he really is peeking through

“Cops. Me. The thin blue line.” He patted his barrel chest, and it made a click, as if he were made of tungsten. His grin made her feel insects crawling on her skin. “I’m one of the good guys.”

Oh brother this guy STINKS

He watched sullenly. “Wait. You were empty?”

U weren't counting, dummy?

“Age three, maybe four.” His voice broke. “This brown-haired little boy, looked just like me or my brother when we were kids. In a car seat covered with superhero stickers, Captain America and Thor and the Hulk. He was crying because he’d just seen his mama taken. That’s what Dad’s situation was. That’s what I was expected to clean up.”

Death isnt enough send him to HELL