PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Jay looked at the house behind the huge oak.
“My grandparents’,” Chris said. “Gramps and I built the wall.” Smiling.
‘”You did the top?”
“How’d you guess?”
“It’s gonna be hell selling this place.”
“Can’t your brothers….”
Chris gave him that look.
Chris hopped the wall. He’d spent many happy times here. Cook-outs. Water fights. Catching lightning bugs. Sparklers. Days before the fame, the wild life, the depression ruling his life. Happy, happy days.
Jay touched his arm.
“Come on,” Chris grinned. “Just gotta get something and then we’re gone.”
Time enough tomorrow for the sorrow.