The challenge word is Kick and one of our boys is saving the day.
I had turned away from him, too traumatized, even though I knew I would kick myself later, to really wish him the goodbye he deserved.
He had saved my life. Literally plucked me from the creature's slavering jaws with what seemed like little or no concern for himself. The blood decorating his tattered shirt bore testament to that.
I will be ever glad that I found the strength to turn back and I will remember the hesitant but tender strength of his embrace.
I would not be the last he saved. Thank God.
But who on Earth would save him?
It's whichever brother you wish it to be. Thanks for reading.