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i cant be sure where we were. but it was on the south coast.
we were all going on a walk somewhere.
all uphill. just off the shoreline. climbing the tallest cliff. ocean on our rights.
my brother was right up front as the rest of us were scattered varying distances behind.
i threw a mud ball only half aimed at him.
it cracked into his blue shirt and he didnt seem to care.
he just turned around and inquired but as i was second to last, no one but one saw. that one person was lisa delaney but she didnt reveal my hand as the guilty weapon.
as we got to the grand hotels giant oak doors, him and me had separated from the group. he turned and told me he knew it was me who threw the mud and ruined his shirt and his day.
it ended with him being wounded by two empty yogurt pots to the forehead as i walked away hoping to never see his face again.
and thats the last time we ever felt love for each other
we were all going on a walk somewhere.
all uphill. just off the shoreline. climbing the tallest cliff. ocean on our rights.
my brother was right up front as the rest of us were scattered varying distances behind.
i threw a mud ball only half aimed at him.
it cracked into his blue shirt and he didnt seem to care.
he just turned around and inquired but as i was second to last, no one but one saw. that one person was lisa delaney but she didnt reveal my hand as the guilty weapon.
as we got to the grand hotels giant oak doors, him and me had separated from the group. he turned and told me he knew it was me who threw the mud and ruined his shirt and his day.
it ended with him being wounded by two empty yogurt pots to the forehead as i walked away hoping to never see his face again.
and thats the last time we ever felt love for each other