Thursday, July 30, 2009

My Brother, Michael Grumm : A Short Story by Ann Marie Grumm

We hurt the most, the ones we love

We always hurt the ones we love the most

The most gentle of souls and I let loose an entire nest of wasps

I intentionally broke a ceramic of Puma's paw print

I wanted him to know I was really angry.  He could make another one, I thought.

He never did.

"The bumper" she would call out, "win this match and I will buy you the bumper of that chevy blazer you want so badly!"

He called me dingleberry

Hurt people husrt people

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