Time is of the essence now; the minutes tick by like days. Look back young boy. Father’s dear love ties clots in the throat, mother puddles to the floor. Look back young man!
Two weeks have passed since the last incident and brother bounds down the stairs to the kitchen. Mother kneels on the spotless floor pouring food into the new cat bowl, the animal hums at her side. She lovingly strokes the glossy black creature.
“Your brother comes home today,” mother says without looking up.
“I know. And father?”
“Not until tomorrow.”
Brother places his hands on his hips.
“Can we pick him up from the train station?” brother demands.
Mother looks up sharply, narrowing her eyes.
“Who will look after your brother?” mother accuses.
“He will come along,” brother smiles and swipes at his lips with the back of his hand.
“We’ll see,” says mother, turning her attention back to the cat.
Brother stares for a moment longer, at mother, at the cat. He races back to the privacy of his room.
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Disclaimer: This story (and series) is semi-fictional, and is in no way connected to persons alive nor dead. Apart from certain facts, it is a product of the author’s imagination.
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