I don’t even remember what were fighting over.
The battle was wearisome, as near the end rounds were sparsely fired, explosions dwindled, and helicopters grew thirsty for fuel. I started throwing bottled water at my enemy. I tied one onto a long piece of fishing line and tried to get it tangled over a branch. As it began its descent, the helicopter was making another pass. I saw both forms moving slowly in their own worlds, neither knew of the other’s existence. I left myself open as I stared at this momentary, mathematical beauty, the gunner had me in his sights. Continue reading