The Story of a Fading Photograph

20 Oct

Louis and Darwin were brothers for as long as they could remember. Louis was just a mite older. They grew like two flowers. Then two trees.  Then they became men. And all that had been good as children went away. They no longer laughed at the same stupid jokes.  Milk did not come out of their noses in succession.  One brother did not freeze in a crouch next to the ottoman  waiting for his counterpart to come around the corner so he could leap out and  scare the bejesus out of him. They no longer pushed each other into the bushes. They didn’t make up nick-names for each other that were so dumb it made you want to reach for a brick.

Darwin got rich. Louis did not. Darwin had a wife whose hair was spun like gold. Louis just had a wife. Darwin was very well thought of by people who were very well thought of. You didn’t think of Louis unless he had forgotten to do something and you had to go looking for him. And so it went.

Until the reverses came. The ju jitsu of life. Darwin’s spun-gold kewpie ran off with a man who sold handpainted ties.  The partners in Darwin’s business sucked the money right out of the till for a number of years. Then they skedaddled out of town faster than you can paint a tie.  Darwin was left holding the bag. “Get thee to a prison!” said the judge.  His one visitor during those ten years?  Yep. Louis brought Darwin a piece of key lime pie every week.  And peach, when it was in season.  They grew old like trees. And died. Their graves are up there at the top of the hill under the peach tree. They say on a summer’s night when there’s no wind you can hear them whispering. Like two brothers with bunk beds.

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2 Responses to “The Story of a Fading Photograph”

  1. Jamie October 21, 2010 at 3:00 PM #

    That is just awesome. I love writers. Thanks for injecting some creativity and inspiration into my tired day.

  2. linda norys hiser September 10, 2011 at 2:34 PM #

    I can hear them! Great story!

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