Brothers

Posted: March 28, 2020 in What Pegman Saw
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Today, Pegman took us to Brasilia, Brazil. Thanks, Josh and Karen, for getting my writing mind back in gear!

Photo by Martin Karplus

Long ago, we needed no one. We had money and land, crops and livestock.
Women flocked to us. We were that handsome. That strong. That wealthy.
Children were conceived. Born. Or not. Many survived into old age. Others died playing the foolish games teenagers relish.
We mourned them before convincing our women to return to the connubial bed.

We picked our favorites. Both women and children. We favored male off-spring. Although we were aware a few girls were needed to keep our lineage viable.
If supplies grew low, we traded with neighboring tribes passing across our lands. Goats for girls. Or we stole as many girls as needed. Goats are precious.

Now, only I, Lucio, and my brother, Joaquim remain.
No goats, no children, women, or neighboring tribes.

We tell stories at night. We spar. We mourn parties with beautiful dancing women.
Most of all, we miss the laughter of children.

Comments
  1. Lynn Love says:

    Ooh, this is so great. That twisted tale of men in their prime valuing one thing, thinking the good times, their strong times, will last. And only realising when too late all they should have cherished before. Beautifully told, mythic tale

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  2. Joy Pixley says:

    Wonderful mythical quality to this. The image goes so well, the idea of raising a monument to memory, to that time when the two of us were in our prime — powerful and loved and feared and brave — and looking back upon those days now, when we are old and alone, when we are back to just the two of us, missing the sweeter times.

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  3. Love this one, Lish. The tone is spot on for how I feel today, too. Well done.

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  4. Such a believable tale. Shows some sadness in the loneliness he now feels.

    Like

  5. pennygadd51 says:

    Excellent story, Lish, once I could stop grinding my teeth with rage at the casual misogyny of your protagonists. Stealing girls because goats are valuable, indeed! It’s the perfect take on that picture too.

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