A little prose

Posted in Original, Prose, Writing by netscheri on April 10, 2008

The idea came from Hector and Paris from Troy, but I really just wanted to explore what it would be like to be reunited with a family member, or someone similar, after a long separation.—-

When his brother returned after 13 years of absence, he felt like he didn’t know him. He thought of a clamshell, like the ones they used to fish for, red and white and purple. He saw this unknown brother as a clamshell, foreign, closed and inaccessible. He stepped up to kiss his brother once on each cheek, soft like a clam’s flesh, hold his bag, take it from his hand. As his brother clasped his him or as he clasped his brother to him, his fingers brushed the raised vertebrae on his brother’s neck, solid as the shell of a crustacean.

—- Obviously incomplete —-

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  1. Ann said, on April 10, 2008 at 8:42 pm


  2. ephemery said, on April 10, 2008 at 9:19 pm

    No it’s not o:
    Don’t call it incest just because you want it to be.

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