Ducks on the Boise River near Julia Davis Park – Boise, Idaho
Landon remembered two childhoods and this was the second time he had turned twenty years old. Sitting on a bench on the Greenbelt by the Boise River, he contemplated how ordinary life had become as a university student. Every night he dreamed he was someplace else. Every night he dreamed he was someone else.
Contemplating a water fowl, he asked, “Are you really a duck, or are you about to morph into a murderous wraith or bloodslayer so you can rip out my throat?”
The mallard ignored the BSU sophomore and slipped under the water’s surface looking for lunch.
“Lucky bird. I bet you don’t have nightmares about the Dragon Wars.”
Early photo of the Eden Hotel, Argentina, circa 1912.
It was dark but they still had to be careful. Ever since the anti-Fascists took over the country, Germans were being rounded up, incarcerated, and brutally interrogated for information related to the Nazis.
The woman looked to be thirty to thirty-five years old and about six months pregnant which was obvious even through the overcoat she was wearing. She and a man stood by the car watching the Hotel Eden in the distance. Once it had been a sanctuary for high-ranking party members and their friends. Albert Einstein had once stayed there as did many other notables, dignitaries, and celebrities.
But those days were over.
“It’s so sad, Juan. The end of a glorious era.”
“Indeed, Senora. But those days are not gone forever. Your husband’s legacy will live on in a future generation.”