They said he was mad. But I knew him before his eyes changed and that permanent sheen of sweat covered his face. A hopeless romantic with his head wrapped in a cloud of words, there were times I believed he was made of words. They flew out of him as he moved and he left a silver trail of words ...
As with most nights, I was on the garden swing teasing the neighbour’s cat and chatting with my mom. My father who was traveling somewhere called to say there were multiple terrorist attacks happening in the US. His voice was strained and laced with fear. “Where?” I whispered. Different locations he said, all up north. “Turn the TV on [...]