The word this week is bake and the added challenge is to bring an ambiguity to brother portrayed. I hope this goes some way toward that.
The air was thick, like sweet molasses and before him the highway rippled in the baking heat.
He pressed his boot to the gas pedal feeling the engine prowl as the muscles in his aching leg tightened.
Sweat ran in itchy rivulets down his back, sticking his cheap, black t-shirt to the old scuffed leather.
He scrunched his eyes against the light and glanced over at his sleeping brother.
And he smiled.
The world was going to hell but it was alright. He could find the strength so long as they had each other.
He could find the strength.
Which brother was it for you? Thanks for reading.