A Town Called Heartbreak

A Town Called Heartbreak

Howie Good


In the third week of the war, she heard a strange sound and stepped out onto the terrace of her house. She was killed instantly by a stray bullet. I haven’t slept too well since then. Opinion leaders keep shouting, “Stop resisting! Stop resisting!” That’s a rather antiquated and narrow notion of conflict. A Molotov cocktail also poses a risk to the person who throws it. I think this is how I will end – disappearing in a blur. If you want reality, just go and stand there. You’ll see it. It’s there. Life is full of pictures we didn’t take.

A Town Called Heartbreak

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