Earliest Memory
“What’s
your earliest memory?”
I
was five years old. I was playing in a field covered in violets with my
brother. We twirled and danced in the breeze. The sky was crimson, like a fire
had sparked in the heavens. The soft buds made my fingers itch as I stroked them,
but I didn’t mind. My brother was smiling and that mattered most.
We
were in too much of a trance with nature to notice something watching us from
the horizon.
The
night fell and the sky turned to blood. Still we played among the violets. I
spun in one complete circle and when I stopped I noticed my brother. His smile
had gone. There were no tears though. He was just watching a shadow in the
distance. He shivered for the last time.
“What’s
your earliest memory?”
I
kept silent.
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