Pilgrimage

I woke up with a mouth full of blood. Lying on my side, the hard curb cutting into my hip. I could feel my watch was gone, my wallet. The sons of bitches even took my shoes.

My fault. Everybody told me that District 2 is the most dangerous section of Ho Chi Minh City, that I should stay away from it. But that was where I had to go, because that was where he was.

I still had the postcard he sent Mom in my pocket. At least they had left me that.

I had to find out for myself.

 

9 thoughts on “Pilgrimage

  1. Well done. I like how you handled his unfolding awareness of what has happened and the weight of his brther on his shoulders….his mission.
    xx Rowena

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