FICTION: my mother #427
the man with the patchwork heart:
my mother, in preparation for her own death, dreamed a thousand dreams of those who had died before her. the last dream was her own last breath. this is #427:
he was working on the atom bomb, or carrying around messages and things for the scientists who were working on the bomb. he didn’t really know what it was they were working on, all he knew was that they kept talking about radiation and the end of the world. he was 19 and broke.
after hiroshima jimmy…
