The Doctors Said The Little Boy Was Beyond Saving

tapped.

Once. Out of rhythm, clumsy, a half-second behind mine. But it tapped.

I didn’t look at him. I matched my next tap to land just after his, so it would feel like an answer, like a call and response, like he wasn’t alone making the sound. Tap. Then mine. Tap. Then mine.

We did that for a long time. I don’t know how long. Long enough that the El continue reading …