"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.

 

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