29 June 2012
They sit next to a deep water. Holding hands while staring in to the swamps dark pool. The other one reaches to the water while the other cowers backs like the water was the devil himself reaching for their bones. First brother starts to call the second chicken, wimp, not even worth the adventure. The boys begin to sling ugly words at each other. All of a sudden the boys aren't holding hands any longer and they just stare to one another. Hate has made their faces pale and anger trembles on their lips. The first brother jumps to the black pond. Second brother lets his gaze just lie on the swirls his brother makes. The brother in the pool feels the warm water around him, but his toes feel the cold clutches below in the pitch black darkness. He looks up and he sees only golden light shifting wild on the surface. He doesn't know how to swim, his lungs start to ache for air. Desperation fills him as he kicks the water hopelessly. A hand pushes under the surface and brother under water feels warm waves of hope going through him. Brother will save me! The hand takes a good grip of the brothers hair and holds him still. Until time stops and everything sinks in to the murky waters, quiet and tranquil.
One brother leaves the pond, his left sleeve dripping wet.
They say people who are left handed are actually twins whose twin did not make it.
Two Brothers • Opuss № I