Two Brothers
Two Brothers Series

In the empty days after the funeral a hush fell over the house - the tentative footfalls of mourning and muffled tears of grief barely cracks in the tangible silence.

Two brothers drifted across the floor like specters, sometimes passing with a brief touch - a confirmation of solidity and solidarity, sometimes lost in their own memories.

Don, still drawn incomprehensibly to his mother's now barren bed, found Charlie sitting there - eyes distant, arms wrapped around her favorite needlepoint pillow, threadbare with age.

"Buddy..."

"I don't want you to go."

Don sat beside his brother.

"Then I won't."

The conversation ended there.