"she did it," my brother accused
his finger pointing at my sister.
glass lay in chunks on the kitchen tiles
jam smeared the counter tops
and smoke oozed from the oven.
I said nothing then.
at least I was not in trouble.
but now I stand still
in the sour winter breeze;
the little girl I could not save.
"she did it," my brother says
his hands on her gravestone.
YOU ARE READING
When things fade.
Short Story"my chapter in your book was over, little did you know you were the title of mine." - Quotes - Short stories - Poems [ I do not own all the writing in this book.] Everything belongs to its respective owner. **contains tiggers**
