(Pixdaus)
He asked me where my brother was…
“He’s shaking your hand.”
He looked puzzled and asked me what I had been doing all these years…
“Mostly messing it up for everyone else, much like everyone else.”
Again he looked perplexed and said that I had always been the odd one…
“Even, odd, makes no difference to me, I love you nonetheless.”
He tensely asked what my brother had been doing all these years…
“I don’t know. What have you been doing all of these years?”
He politely tried to move out of the frame of my dream by saying goodbye…
“And a good day to you, my friend.”
He laughed and said that he thought we were brothers...
“Family, cousin, brother, it’s all the same to me my friend.”
I awoke to a gentle laughter in my heart.
The End…
© 2011 by mark prime
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