A shout, a yell, a slap would have sufficed.  Mounting rage expressed obscenely jettisoning from a pit of turmoil would do.  How I wish for some passion to invade your voice, your actions, your words. The distance forged out of this ocean of silence numbs the heart, adds useless armor to the defensive line.  I know not what I’ve done, but only that you are gone.  How I long to be released of that elusive moment forever tipping the scales in favor of absence.  Your air of indifference…See More

As we neared the epicentre of the crater, we could see evidence of the damage that the bomb had done. We saw pieces of chicken, camel and corrugate steel. There was even a television to my left, perfectly intact, ready to be plugged back in. It wasn’t far to the end of the compound wall and we had to crawl on our hands and knees.Peter stopped. Looked back at me. “Can you hear children?” He asked. I could see the grenade in his hand tremble. I strained and... Yes. There it was.See More