.waiting line theory.

P. S. Burton

Brother's return

it was cold that morning that I saw that
ghost appear. He was coming from the front
and I was in the back playing with the
dog. he stopped...he sighed and he waved
he came up to me and he asked why I was
out so late I didn't realize it but it
was three in the morning. Nash came up to
him sniff is hand and sat quickly The ghost
said my name and I knew it was my Brother
and he had returned from the war. He looked
a lot older his voice deeper his skin rougher . he
looked at the door and asked if anyone was still awake

I said no and he beckoned me to follow him. I took Nash

with me and we got into the car. He rushed to the
thing that made him human that made him more alive
we were at Belle Isle in seconds the dog was in the
back
of the Jeep. he stopped the car right after we
got to the other end of the bridge and he walked
out. he walked towards the water...towards the
rocks towards Canada...you see my brother longed
to be free not only from the war but from all ties
friendships family everything. I could tell he wanted
to
be alone so I let Nash out got a stick and played
he stared at the water for so long smoking you could
tell cause I could smell the sweet and rancid smell
of what he was smoking...but he turned away from the
water
and sat on a clear bench silent. my brother had
returned but
he wasn't the same he had grown he has seen death so
many times
that he has become numb.