All the Sinners Bleed

by S.A. Cosby

“I said, why wasn’t nobody looking for them? Some of these bodies been here for years, it looks like.… Why wasn’t somebody trying to find them? They was just kids!” Titus took off his hat and ran a hand over his close-cropped hair. “They were Black children, Davy. People are probably looking for them, but blond hair and blue eyes make the news.”

Sometimes grief is love unexpressed. Other times it’s regret made flesh.

“You a real detective. I thought that ol’ boy ain’t had no neck, but you found it,” he said.

“He talks an awful lot about God and the Bible, but my mama always said the devil can quote the Good Book as well as any angel.

“In vino veritas,”