Brotherly love.

a sampling of my "flash" fiction.

"If we have this conversation, it is going to end badly for you. I mean that." The way he said it, so cool, so calm, sent shivers down his brother's spine.

"I-" he started, his heart jumping to his throat and choking his words. "I'm sorry, Bill," his eyes were glistening with tears. Bill didn't seem to notice. In fact, Bill hadn't looked at him once since he stepped into the room.

"I said I don't want to talk about this, period. Now go."

He stood, staring at his older brother. His brother he had looked up to, loved, taken the fall for time and time again. And still, a grown man, he wanted what he had always wanted from Bill, acceptance. He swallowed hard, no tears fell. "Bill," he said, almost as coolly and calmly as his brother had just spoken to him, "I'm sorry shit got so fucked up. I am." He raised the gun, centering it on the back of his brother's head, "But for this, I am not".

He felt no joy at the sight of his brother's lifeless body slumped face against the wall. But no pain, either.