My name is D.C. Plump. I live in St. Louis, MO. I graduated from Lindenwood university with a Master’s in Creative Writing. I write in the genres of romance and fantasy.
Brother of Mine
“He’s still here,” Devin thought as he walked into the house that he grew up in.
He could sense it even before he walked into the living room and saw a figure standing in front of the fireplace and looking at a framed photograph.
“Looking at the picture again, huh?”
“Jordon, it’s time for you to go.”
“What? Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s time.”
“Don’t you want me here?”
“More than anything I’ve ever wanted in life before. But we both know we can’t keep on going on like this.”
“If I leave you know that’s it. You’ll never see me again.”
“I know that.”
“But even knowing this, you still feel like I should go?”
“I’m not ready.”
“I know, man. But you have to go. You know what happens if you stay here too long. You will be stuck here forever.”
“Have you ever thought that that’s what I want?”
“It’s not. You don’t want this.”
“How dare you tell me what I don’t want? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m your big brother. The one that’s been there for you every single day of your life.”
“You mean the life that was taken from me?”
“Devin, I was home alone the night that they came. You were on a date and mom and dad were at grandma’s.”
“I know this Jordon.”
“But you need to hear it again. I was only sixteen and they came in here, took my life like it was nothing and stole whatever it was that they wanted. I woke up in this house and found that it was a blessing. Maybe I’m meant to be here.”
“The reason that you’re here right now is because you weren’t ready to move on. You have to move on to the afterlife. The place that you deserve to be. I know that it’s scary, but death is a part of life, and we will all be where you are at right now. Please Jordon, please so that I can move on as well.”
Not saying a word, Jordon nodded his head. Suddenly light filled the room and feathers grew from his back. Jordan turned to look at Devin. For the first time since he arrived, he actually looked at his younger brother. Instead of the fourteen year old that Jordan remembered, Devin’s skin was wrinkled throughout. His hair white, brittle, and balding. His back slightly stooped. Light formed around Devin as pure white feathers sprouted from his back. Jordan took his little brother’s hand.The feathers refused to cease their falling as they disappeared.