War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele


son: “sorry pa. it’s been so long. I’m busy. real busy. feel guilty I haven’t called.”
(but he’s 21, a soldier just returned. dad understands)

then comms. break down. son’s voice. gone. crinkle, slip through the hole in the black ice of the mobile world.

father: “damn those Sat. phones”

(which doesn’t make any sense. his son’s been home from A’stan a month).

dad’s phone rings.

pa: “where did you go?”

son says, “dad. don’t worry.”

“ I’m safe.”

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