Brothers

brothers

 

“Is it safe?” Tommy asks looking up to his brother.

Alex doesn’t respond, instead his eyes find the oldest of the trio.

Tim smiles down at both of them, “Don’t know, but we are going to find out.”

Tim takes a careful step onto the suspension bridge. The ropes groan under his weight, but he makes it across and disappears into the stone opening. He turns to his siblings and gestures for them to follow before turning and with a step disappears into the shadows.

Alex glances down at Tommy.

Tommy stares back at the way they came. The forest is filled with gloom and danger.

“Come on Tommy, let’s go!” Alex sprints across the traverse. The wood creaking as if on the verge of snapping in two and the ropes swaying dangerously from side to side. On the other side, he also disappear inside the dark portal.

Tommy stands alone now. The fear of the unknown pressing on his five year old shoulders. A dog howls, maybe the Myers’ mutt, but he can’t be certain. It’s all the little boy needs to follow after his brothers. He tiptoes across the abyss as if miles stretch below him.

With a lingering look over his shoulder he also steps into the unknown.

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Brothers

“Is it safe?” Tommy asks, looking over to his brother.

Alex doesn’t respond. Instead, his eyes find a spot on the other side, and smiles, “Don’t know, but we are going to find out.” He takes a careful step onto the natural-suspension bridge and the branches groan under his weight. He sprints across the traverse. The wood creaking as if on the verge of snapping in two and the ropes swaying dangerously from side to side. On the other bank, he turns to his sibling and gestures for him to follow before turning and, with a step, disappears into the shadows.

Tommy stands alone now. Tommy stares back at the way they came through a forest filled with gloom and danger. The fear of the unknown pressing on his seven-year-old shoulders. A dog howls, maybe the Myers’ mutt, but he can’t be certain. It’s all the little boy needs to make him follow his brothers on tiptoes across the abyss as if stretched above a raging river below him and not a trickling crick.

With a lingering look over his shoulder, knowing he’ll be forced to return here soon enough, he turns and follows Alex into the unknown.

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