Microbookends – Big / Brother – HM


Big wolf country: the gunsmoke sky darkens as men go out to hunt.

My grandpa always said instinct is a list you carry bonedeep.

– ribbons of scent in the treeline
– the soft imprint of moss
– the shadow that flickers through the light
– the hot stink of the earth
– fingersight

So, I chased it down, over hill and dwindling day, until all the world was still.

It looked at me, curious, as I raised my gun.

But as the light gathered in its eye I turned away. Forever.

For finger on the trigger, with no witness to it but ourselves.

I’d seen my brother.

Microbookends – Big / Brother – HM

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