Two Brothers
Two Brothers Series
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.
