"Father" by Armin Tolentino
No one cheered him across the finish line. For the first time in so long I had a clear vision of the future and saw Charlie and me, old and fat in a rowboat with a twelve pack and fishing rods leaning lazily on the edge. There was sunlight everywhere burning our skin. I could smell summer. My insides were bursting with excitement.
I stood up with him still staring at me with all this hate. Somehow I was certain he was seeing the same vision in his head and I knew Paul must have been telling him the same about fishing and fighting.
"A fucking coward, just like Dad." I was all lit up like a lightning bug with the thought of my brother and I growing old together.
I pulled my fist back and connected with everything I had.