One Stone

"What are you doing here?! You are conceited with a wicked heart!" I can imagine the glare in the older brother's eyes as he stared down at the boy before him approaching the battle lines. I can also imagine the fair headed boy, looking up with wide-eyed wonder at that accusation. "Dad sent me here…

I am scared

I am scared. That’s not an admission of guilt; it’s a transparent expression of fear. I am scared of what I don’t know, what I can’t see, what I can’t quite put my fingers on, and what puts its hands around me. I can utter a million reasons why I shouldn’t be. I can recite…