comms
Jul 3, 2010
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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