The last thing he remembers before boarding is her struggled cry. Forced. Propelled on a viscous sheen of illustrious longing, headed straight for his heart strings.

“Enosh, please,” her saline-polished eyes full of tears, she pleads, “don’t go.” […]

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From her vantage point, she can see a timeless world unfolding its secrets. Endless hues of color wrestle for attention as she gazes over the terrain spreading out from the mountain spire. Her perch in this panoply of life. […]

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Life trickles away, I watch it escape, like a last gasp, in the cold, frost on the air, blanking out the blanket of prospective poppies, clutching at my lungs, you can see it. […]

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Aunty always told him never to leave home. She warned him that no good would come of it. He knew that outside was off limits to little boys, but his curiosity was insatiable.

He should have listened, because now he’s lost. He’s scared, and alone. More important, he’s probably going to die. […]

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A brief allegorical prose piece attempting to describe the state of the U.S. after 9-11.

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