haibun (Alexander's father)

[erinbow]

We fly home on the second day of the year, so early that it's still dark.  The young man sitting in front of me twists round.  "How old?"  From my lap, Nora grins at him.  "Eight months."  "I have a boy that old -- nine months."  He flexes his bicep: Over a heart with green wings is the name Alexander, and the boy's birth date.   The tattoo is

Comments

[mamculuna]

I was on a plane with a whole group of recruits, women and men, all looking about 15 to me--at least one of them, too, had never flown, and the others were trying to keep him from being afraid. So heartbreaking.

[joecottonwood]

A whole world in that one, Erin. Wow. Sad. And yet not. Love every detail. The chubby hands. The warm tattoo. The fucking war. A whole novel in here. Wow wow wow.