Chicken

From the January 2018 Print Edition

(As in the movies, when the traffic swerves and skids to miss the hero in its way . . .) He toddled through the cars as if to play a game of chicken with his mother’s nerves. She wept to see him standing there, across the other side, her perfect smiling boy. All rosy-cheeked with death-defying . . . . Continue Reading »