This is a One Shot, but if I get enough Reviews then I will do a sequel.
His furry paw grasped the pen in his hand. A sheet of paper before. He writes the lines in to the pad and slowly reads through the lines.
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying -
He had always taken funerals in his stride -
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'
Whispers informed strangers that I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple.
He lay in a four foot box, as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
This was the best he ever wrote about his younger brother. About how he was gone for those six weeks and left his own brother alone with his parents. A cry intrudes in the silence. He looks over and sees that one of his boys had woken. His wife telling him to sort him out. He sighs and walks over to him. Picking up the boy who was wearing red, he whispers in his ear. "Be good to your mother." Before leaving a letter on the table and walks out of the tree. He starts to run fast. Away from the tree and his sleeping wife. Away from his three boys.
The letter was addressed to one Vinny.
And that is it.
I will need at less ten Reviews for a sequel.
So Review if you like this.
