Friday, January 18, 2013
There were incredible odds against my being there at all, much less within the range of hearing. Her cries were muffled, his commands whispered, and yet my flesh squirmed as if my veins were teeming with spawning minnows. Once I’d crept close and spotted the crime in progress, it took all the courage I had within me, and then whatever I could borrow from the ghosts of my faith, to interrupt the invasion with an assault of my own. Set free to run, she vanished forever while the perp and I danced among the black, gnarly trees of East River Road. I left him lying there, a snake in the grass, hoping I hadn’t killed him but too afraid to wait and see.