#mine:tbt

[nomanswar]

I’ve always quite liked the image of me with a sickle and cape, dark and formidable. Unfortunately, I’m far more ordinary and commonplace. No one intended to destroy a street named after Heaven. It was a misread on a map. No sirens that evening. First were Rudy’s brothers. I read their simple dreams. Then I kissed his mother. And stole the meanness from Franz Deutscher’s heart. Rosa I caught mid-snore. I could swear I heard her call me a saurkarl. Then I felt her regrets for not sharing more of her very big heart. As for Hans, his soul was lighter than a child’s. I felt his itch for one last tune on his accordion and heard his final thought: Liesel. [x]