There is no paper here, I leave the echoes of my wounds to be whipped by showers of sand. If I could speak to you I’d tell you that I loved you. Make sure Martina knew her father was a good man. That he loved her dearly.
I’d trace it in sand.
No one [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Raw Wounds
Posted in Fiction, tagged afghanistan, dead in the desert, hated, iraq, served my country, widower on May 17, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The Catholic Girl’s Legs
Posted in Fiction, tagged catholic school girl, discovering women, legs, motivation of men, the opposite sex on May 3, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A girl transferred to our class from the Catholic school that only had 30 students and was on the verge of closing down. The teacher brought her up in front of the class first thing in the morning so she could introduce herself. She wore a weirdly straight skirt that stopped halfway down [...]
