Day 148

You’re scared to your guts that his name would be included in the long list of died-in-service. Your only true memory of him was twenty years back, mispronouncing help, help when you locked him in a steel cage. “Chulong!” he had cried. “Chulong.” And now you wonder if he also cries chulong in the midst of the war in the south.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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