THE LAST ECHO BY MARK ZIPOLI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 64
Animals were not allowed in the Green Zone. What was this cat doing here? Animals in the closed-in-island-that-is-not-an-island of Baghdad were rounded up and disposed of, as per orders of the war contractor. The contractor said nothing about the burning embers of a Dell computer outside a bookstore or the irascible conscience of a junked Mercedes Benz—the ground beneath the car ringed by spreads of bullet casings. The smell of cordite, although thin, was ever present and unmistakable. Please don’t let that cat lead to bad luck, he thought.
SMALL WONDERS BY DAVID P LANGLINAIS34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 64