The Eccentric Writings of Michael Curry

                                                           When the Bow Breaks                                              by M.N.Curry On the eve of every Veterans Day, Winoa Engram made the same quiet pilgrimage to the tombstone of her father — a Native American soldier who never returned from Vietnam. They had shared only fragments of time together, brief visits between deployments, but those moments had carved themselves into her memory with the precision of a scalpel. This year, though, something felt different. The air carried a strange heaviness, as if the world were holding its breath. She knelt beside the headstone, brushing fallen leaves from the engraved name. A soft touch settled on her...