"So, are you ready soon?" He looked at me and my eyes were hurting. "You remember the deal right? Bowling?" He looked frustrated. I felt a punch in the stomach. If this was a dream or not, he was talking about the Saturday he was killed. "No!" I yelled "I don't want to!" He didn't understand what I was doing. But I had to stop us from going. He was not gonna be killed. Not again.
I walked closer, maybe he would disappear if I touched him? What if he was a ghost? "I..." I stumbled in the words and placed my hand on his shoulder. He was warm. "I don't want you to... I want go sometime later. Maybe next weekend?" "You know I'm going to dad next weekend" he said as he got up and left the room. I ran after him and grabbed his arm, then it lit up. My wish had been granted. I had wished for a new chance. "Ok" I said "We'll go, but at once, hurry". If we were fast enough we could cross the road before the car came.
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My Little brother
Historia CortaI walked along the road. Toughs and feelings spinning around inside my head. I was feeling sick and dizzy. It happened about a year, but it still feels like it was yesterday... A short story that won an award for being good, I don't know... I did no...
