• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05

Theft and Memory

A theft in the night
with my big brother
an "I dare you" adventure
becoming disaster
      the barking of dogs
      a voice and a shotgun
      we ran through the swamp
the mist and fog hiding us
from the gun toting landlord
and from one another
      His arm through the swirls
      my last glimpse as we ran
They found his body
late the next day
      it was a snakebite they said
no fun anymore
with my big brother
and an unfocused forearm
my lasting memory