Dark clouds hung overhead as the two young men boarded the small plane that would return them to their homeland. They were returning to Ireland after ten long years spent working in the United States. The man with the darker hair was slightly shorter that his brother, twin to be exact, and walked with a slight bounce in his step.
The man with lighter hair threw his duffle bag over his shoulder and laughed. "Just think Murph, in seven hours we will be home."
"About fuckin' time." The other sighed. "Ten years is way too long."
As the young girl ran up the steps of the cold house she could tell something was amiss. It was too quiet. Usually she could hear the sounds of boys laughing, and the cursing of their Ma, but today was different. It was the last day that the twins would be in Ireland. They were being shipped of to America to live with their Da.
In the boy's room both Connor and Murphy were stuffing their duffle bags. The girl hesitantly pushed the door aside and stepped inside, her face was streaked with tears.. "Promise me. Promise you will return."
They sat next to each other, and enjoyed the silence of the plane ride. Neither of the men spoke for the duration of the flight. As they stepped off the plane, into the sunlight Connor slipped on his sunglasses. "Aye, I love the smell of home."
Murphy stood at the base of the stairs and sighed. "Do ye think she remembers?"
"Fuck Murph, of course she will." Connor said as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He handed his brother one, and reached for his lighter.
A/N: Short I know, but its been awhile since I actually gave time to writing, and I'm working back into it slowly. I am considering this just a prologue. The italics are flashbacks. Tell me what you think. - Mikomi