tuesday trips to portugal

i don’t know the specifics, but he crawled out of a dead soldier’s chest just like chalk into a donkey’s mouth. it was a thing unlike what you expected. it was a miracle if you’ve ever seen one. “go forth, capture lightning in a jar, remember this day.” that’s how he said it, with an accent smoothed soothing by rolling the r’s. he said, “i’m like a lamp, like a thing that sits in your house next to your favorite chair. let me help you read that book you’ve never finished, but always meant to.”