“Go drown yourself somewhere!”
She’d said slamming the door in his face. The flowers he’d lovingly picked now lay amongst banana peels and toffee wrappers. He wondered if someday she would miss him.
It was high tide lit up by the full moon. The waves crashed against the rocks below him throwing up a salty spray in his face. If not for the railing he could have walked into the sea.
Someone appeared to his left.
“Repeat your order sir?”
He nodded as the bartender poured the amber liquid into his glass. He was glad he had taken her advice.
A line around her ankles and thighs, hazy outlines on her arms and a distinct neck line.
On the first day of school after the summer holidays they always compared tan lines. It used to be a measure of holiday excitement.
The things that had changed as she’d grown up.
Sunscreen had become a constant companion as she struggled to maintain her whitish complexion. She stayed in the shade and always made sure she was completely covered. All to keep him interested in her.
She didn’t know how to feel about the ring of pale flesh circling her finger.
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She was the one who had been curious about what was on the other side of the curtain. He tried dissuading her but she had convinced him that a little peek wouldn’t hurt. Bah! He knew better. He had seen the giant hands grabbing her.
Now they were coming for him. He wanted to tell them it wasn’t his time but they didn’t seem to be listening to him. The fight was draining his energies and he let them pull his body towards them.
The bright light blinded him and he let his voice join his new-born sister’s cries.