The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 4 | Page 56

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Pulse

by Alyssa Cooper

Part One - Justice

His name was

Eddie Justice.

"Mommy," he said,

"I love you."

"Call them, mommy,"

he said, "now."

"He's coming," he said.

"I'm gonna die," he said.

Those words,

that goodbye

that should never have

been a goodbye,

have become the

voice of a nation,

a nation within

a nation,

a nation trampled

underfoot.

Death is so strange, in this

age of technology.

Our dead leave behind so

many traces,

so many shadows,

tiny ghosts,

haunting us from

every corner.

I did not know

Eddie Justice. I

did not know

Amanda Alvear,

or Simon Carillo,

or Paul Henry.