General Fiction posted January 1, 2018

Not yet exceptional. When the exceptional rating is reached this is highlighted
Two brothers fight about past wrongs


by oliver818

The author has placed a warning on this post for language.

Smoke rose from the barbecue where John stood, blood drying in the corner of his nose. In the distance, the final rays of the setting sun curled through evening clouds down to the white-tipped waves below.

Tim's silhouette appeared between two large trees, coming up from the beach. His finger rubbed at a swollen red crack in his lower lip.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I didn't mean it. Peace?" John flipped the lid off a beer bottle, and thrust it out towards his brother.

"Yeah, it's okay, I'll get over it." The beer bottle tipped back, emptying half its contents down Tim's throat. "You punch like a girl anyway."

"Or maybe I just didn't want to hurt you. It's just, I just feel like you're hiding something from me."

"And that's a reason to accuse me of being a manipulative liar who's trying to get more than my fair share of Mum and Dad's inheritance?" The rest of Tim's beer slipped down his throat.

"I said I was sorry for that. You've just been so distracted recently, and when the lawyer told me about this, I just lost it." John sipped at his own beer.

"It's okay, he misunderstood me, that's all." Tim looked up as a seagull cawed, swinging out towards the ocean.

"But to be honest, John, I do have a secret."

"What? You do?" John flipped a steak, and opened another beer.

"Yeah. You remember that pine tree over there? How it just appeared one day?" Tim pointed at the wide pine tree, its long shadow stretching almost all the way up to the house.

"What about it?"

"I was the one who planted it there."

"Are you serious, Tim?"

"Deadly serious." He plucked another bottle of beer off the table.

"But why? We spent years mulling over where that tree came from. Mum and Dad still talked about it last month, just before the accident."

"Well, it's a bit shameful, but I stole Mrs. Finnigan's purse. I took the cash, before burying it in the garden, and then put the tree over it to make it less conspicuous."

"You stole Mrs. Finnigan's purse? You bastard. Do you have any idea how much trouble I got in for that? Mrs. Finnigan swore it was me and Dad went wild when I refused to admit it." John slammed his beer down onto the table.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry."

"Well, I guess it's only fair that I tell you something too, then."


"You remember that vase you got in trouble for breaking?" John took a slug a beer.

"Yeah," Tim answered, his eyes narrowing.

"I was the one who broke it. And said it was you." Tree leaves rippled at the end of the garden as a chilly evening breeze blew in off the ocean.

"You did what? You arsehole, John. Mum went crazy at me for that. She made me pay for it, which is why I had to steal Mrs. Finnigan's purse in the first place."

"Seriously? Oh my God, what a right pair of bastards we are." John piled the steaks and sausages onto plates, handing one to his brother.

"Well, that explains all that, then. Do you want to go for a walk after dinner, talk about what we do with the house?"

"Yeah, why not?"

The sun fell away behind the trees, and laughter and the clinking of beer bottles echoed into the evening sky

I write two stories for the secret competition, here is the second one that I didnâ??t enter but still want to put on here.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

Artwork by MoonWillow at

Save to Bookcase Promote This Share or Bookmark
Print It View Reviews

You need to login or register to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.

© Copyright 2018. oliver818 All rights reserved.
oliver818 has granted, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.