Monday, February 10, 2014

The Dream Catcher

"Denise’s head tilted to one side on the pillow and she was breathing steadily. Her platinum hair shimmered in the reflection of the light. 

What I had told her about the massacre in Huế left an echo in my head. Fifteen years had passed. In this country, you don’t see the gunships, the Skyraiders roaring every time you look up the sky. At night you don’t hear the cannon booming in the distance, an AK-47 crackling down the street. The night flows into morning without curfew."

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