Two small Yorkie dogs were seen licking the steering wheel of a car surrounded by police vehicles, their elation coming from the forearms of the handcuffed man in the front seat which were crisscrossed with clotted cuts. The man confessed to the ambulance workers that he had picked up his dogs, driven home, shot his wife, cut his wrists, and then continued driving until he was stopped by police, relaying the horrific story with no apparent emotion.
Two small Yorkie dogs were seen licking the steering wheel of a car surrounded by police vehicles, their elation coming from the forearms of the handcuffed man in the front seat which were crisscrossed with clotted cuts. The man confessed to the ambulance workers that he had picked up his dogs, driven home, shot his wife, cut his wrists, and then continued driving until he was stopped by police, relaying the horrific story with no apparent emotion.
Two small Yorkie dogs were seen licking the steering wheel of a car surrounded by police vehicles, their elation coming from the forearms of the handcuffed man in the front seat which were crisscrossed with clotted cuts. The man confessed to the ambulance workers that he had picked up his dogs, driven home, shot his wife, cut his wrists, and then continued driving until he was stopped by police, relaying the horrific story with no apparent emotion.
eight badges; police, sheriffs, dogs, in a sea of flashing blue and red. I look into the car of interest and chuckle curiously at the two small Yorkies in the front seat. Licking incessantly at the steering wheel. Horror consumes me when I see the source of the dogs’ elation. The forearms of the man in handcuffs, crisscrossed with clotted admissions of guilt.
I step back into the ambulance and see
one badge, one partner, one patient. His arms now cloaked in ivory bandage, he describes to us how he picked up his dogs, drove to his house, shot his wife, cut his wrists, then drove until his luck ran out. As if each step in the story was as commonplace as the next. As if he hadn’t left me suffocating in the bell jar that became the back of the ambulance.