068. Headlines. MJ Iuppa

Now that the war is ending — and you wonder which war is ending? The newspaper wrinkles beneath the weight of your hand that presses down upon the depths of up-rising revealed in three column inches beneath a shaky photo that stills the action of soldiers to just before every-thing explodes or implodes into the confusion of brick and boards and bodies drenched in blood and dust— a cloud of alarm sounding — so loud that your ears dredge up what you left behind to come here. Your broken hands still damp from the cold fear that never leaves you.