Ben Bonkoske

There is a knock on a door. 

“Mr. Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“It seems that your son has been in an accident.”

“What happened?”

“Your boy was hung on a tree.”

“Oh, dear God. Jesus, no.”

The man weeps but holds himself up to look the policeman in the eye.

“Yeah, these parts are getting pretty dangerous. You might want to think about moving.”