Mythbuster

grasshopper

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Mythbuster

 

My brother called me “young grasshopper.” He practiced tai chi years before it became a fad. He vanished in 1972, two days before shipping out. Today he would be 68. When I was 21, I drove his ancient VW bug in search of him.

 

These are facts.

He became a roadie for Fleetwood Mac.

He ate donuts with Elvis the eve before Elvis died.

He was the graffitist known as El Doro.

He penned a novel if read backwards includes the lyrics of all Beatles’ songs

He watches Kung Fu and recalls, sometimes with regret, “young grasshopper.”

 

These are myths.

end 3/9/2017 (100 words)

S. Darlington


 

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27 thoughts on “Mythbuster

  1. This is very moving. I can feel the brother’s sadness, and hope that although he found some sort of exciting life, away from war, he still missed home. I can’t help but hope the brothers are reunited someday.

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  2. I love this so much, Sascha. That mix between what is fact and what the sibling has imagined about their brother since he disappeared. Made me smile, but quietly sad and wistful too. One of my favourites of the week

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  3. Brilliant structure. You set up the story in way that lets us wonder what happened, and at the same time we are not allowed to be naive enough to think the brother is enjoying pastries with Elvis. The ending is heartbreaking. So much uncertainty…

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