Dear James,
Yeah....your second letter....
Ok, you know that little misunderstanding we had? Well, I would like to start over you know? Become friends with you again and such...but sorry to say this...you are probably a figment of my imagination. I don't want to go through this whole sad story again, but I would like to point something out.
When Karen called me to apologize (which was a shocker), she mentioned that you were home. I asked her if you would like to talk to me...you know what she said?...Not really...but you don't mind...the hell? All I could say was wow. You must didn't like me that much huh? Do you still "c
GENTLE HANDS
The air was cool, and rested easy on his big shoulders. He couldn't forget Vietnam; everything he saw reminded him of it - the bulrushes by the pond reminded him of the elephant grass, the lily pads made him think of the small flowers that he had failed to notice until he had left. That was why he was here, at the quiet park - because he couldn't forget. And as fine as it was to remember - the hard work, the job itself - he desperately wanted to forget.
Standing by the pond, he stared, watching the s