It was a warm June evening. The man in the garage was going out for a beer. One of them had brows and assorted fish and was about to trade the company. Some Henry was walking home from work, tired. But he responded to his buddy’s call and sat down on the edge of the bench. He was in a losing mood and he didn’t feel like going home.
He had a few drinks with the guys first, then went back to the shop and bought a couple more beers. The guys had already left and it was quite empty behind the garages. Harry sat down on the bench and opened the lids on the edge of the table and swept it. It was a lucid day, and so was the mood.
Harry thought to himself and took another sip. Today is the birthday of his brother, his only sibling. But he won’t congratulate him or celebrate him because his brother is in prison. It is his fault. Harry can’t forget this for a minute. It is a burden that eats away at him, poisoning every day he lives.
Miles has always been his protector, his best Big Brother. Throughout High School, Harry never knew trouble, even though he was shy and weak. Miles grew up to be an athletic beauty. He was the captain of the boys’ soccer team, did martial arts, and lifted his dad’s weights. Five times with his left hand, and five times with his right hand, every morning.
Miles was the star of the school. For all his athletic accomplishments, he was also a good student. A straight A student in all subjects, except art. He didn’t like drawing as a child. He simply refused. “They drew everything perfectly well without me. Why? What’s not enough for you, Raphael and Michelangelo? I can’t even draw a…..Read Full Story Here……..
