My Lost Brother Cloudy October day I was walking home from yet another funeral, my clan was dying out, when told I had another brother, my father's son; he no longer lived in our town but in the woods, near the sea, where the north westerly blows. The woods, trees that had been planted to protect the upland from the wind, looked like an army of defeated soldiers slowly marching home, but in the woods, where his cabin was, I sensed an eerie stillness and no birds flew or sat in trees. Knocked on his door- it opened- yes, he was my brother ok, a bit weedy I thought and it was long time since he had smiled and he wasn't going to now. Told him who I was and if there was anything he needed. No, he was fine needed nothing. Since he wasn't going to invite me in I invited him out for lunch, No, he wasn't well. Gave him a slip of paper with my address and phone number, told him to call me at anytime, I was getting annoyed too his dog never stopped growling at me. Walked to my car turned and looked he had gone in, but the curtains moved he was standing there watching me drive off. Poor man, my brother, immense his animosity. On soft ground, amongst fallen leaves, a piece of paper soaked up his tears.
The December 2009 issue of the magazine mgversion2>datura