Baghdad
omgfux I am a big fat nerd in the Army that is into drawing, video games, martial arts, YOUR MOM, stuff, and stuff. People know me by all sorts of crazy names, from Lostie to Jessica to just plain old Orr. I make everything else up as I go along.The rain on the leaves was like a whisper. In a bucket by the door a cricket suddenly chirped. Strangely, the sound seemed to push the sadness from his heart. For the first time in years he remembered walking with his father through a bamboo grove in a soft rain, his father calling to the birds, a cricket laughing. He stood without moving a long time, afraid of stirring away his father. Finally he returned to the kitchen and began to search, opening drawers and cabinets. ... Soon he found a piece of white paper, a heavy black marker, matches, and the stub of a wax candle. He took them outside and sat against the wall, under the overhang of the roof, lit the candle, and wrote in bold, flowing ideograms. In a bucket a cricket sang, he wrote, cutting through my sorrow. I am awestruck. Thank you, father, for teaching me how to listen. He folded the paper, wrote his father's name on it, scribbled, in English, Seattle, on the upper corner, then lit it with the candle, dropping it into an empty clay pot. He watched the ashes drift into the mist, his postcard from America.
- Eliot Pattison, Beautiful Ghosts.
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