Sunday, November 16, 2014

Scar

When I was five my step-father would drive to the commuter train with me and my mother at 8 AM. I would sit in the back seat studying the tiny T shaped scar on back of his neck. One day I asked him, "Where did you get that scar?"
"When I was in the army I was shot in the back of my neck. I opened my mouth and the bullet flew out," he replied. Somehow I knew he was teasing. Styles changed and his hair grew a little bit longer, covering the scar. I never asked him about it again.

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