July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
Half submerged in dark green water, the bloated whiteness of a fish belly-up lies prone against a swath of brown canvas. Nearby, a lakeside restaurant filled with people chat and eat, overlooking the calm waters, overlooking the decay that delivers their meals.
I read that Agent Orange still seeps into the wet earth of Vietnam.
Some memories fade fast and become distant stories long before their time.