War Buddy
I saw a man on the sidewalk I had seen before.
During the war. He had a bad limp. I rubbed my chin, slowed and nodded to him.
He looked in my eyes and passed quickly. He never looked back.
Together under
shelter in faraway country during a monsoon. Pictures of the man’s girlfriend
floated on the floor between us. The sun hiding for many days. All went to the
jungle day after day. Some stayed.
I lay in
hospital and watched for him. Winds blew and more monsoons passed. Visions of
wet photographs swirled in my mind. The girl was very pretty. Some minds go
blank, never resurrected.
Ed Nichols
Ed
Nichols lives on Lake Oconee, Georgia. He is a journalism graduate from the
University of Georgia, and is an award-winning writer from Southeastern
Writer’s Association. He is a retired HR consultant. He has had many short
stories published, online and in print. In 2020 he has started publishing prose
poems. Ed’s work has appeared in: Every Writer’s Resource, Fiction On The Web,
Short-Stories.me, Vending Machine Press, Floyd County Moonshine Magazine, Beorh
Quarterly, Belle Reve Literary Journal, Work Literary Magazine, Drunk Monkeys,
Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Literary Yard, Decades Review, Swamp
Lily Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, Literary Orphans Journal, Front Porch
Review, Chiron Review, Snapping Twig, Deep South Magazine, Down in the Dirt
Magazine, Eunoia Review, The Literary Hatchet, Wilderness House Literary
Review, Flash Fiction Press, Over My Dead Body, Scarlet Leaf Review, Soft
Cartel, Five on the Fifth, Dime Show Review, Adelaide.
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Nice dry prose style poem. There are incredible variations in this journal.
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