TITLE: Brothers On The Rim
GENRE: YA Thriller
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Remember the short cut? Mom used to tell us to follow the white trillium flowers if we ever got lost; they wind along the creek through to Mr. Potters,” Artie reminded me.
For a little guy he sure was fast on his feet. You’d think the wet grass would slow him down, but not Artie. What he lacked in strength he made up for in agility. I, however, do slip, and catch myself before I’m flat in the mud. I reach Artie at the edge of the ravine. The Trillium flowers line the creek and the creek winds upstream from the ravine. Art stands, staring out over the drop; the cold wind wears on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
It takes a minute for Art to figure out what to say. I know he’s thinking about Mom.
He knows I know.
And like that, I let it be. There’s an understanding between us, like a secret language, we’ve had to use to conceal our communication when Dad’s around. Our father has very little reserve for our “flights of fancy” –Dad’s words, but most probably, originally, Mom’s words.
We ramble back through the thicket of bare branches, through the buds on the verge of bursting open for the new spring. My breath floats around me. Somehow I’ve gotten ahead of Art. I turn to see if he’s listening; I’ve been talking on and on.