"Bones Surfacing in the Dirt, Thirty Years Later," by Lauren Quinn

Photo by Exile on James Street. To learn more about how this feature was developed and edited, read the accompanying post “The Oldest Trick In The Book”. I WATCHED THE BOY MOVE. Thin, dark, in tattered pants and flip-flops, he walked slowly along the river’s steep embankment. He carried a wooden spear, his eyes hunting the small black birds that flitted from crevices in the cement.