[Updated: 1/11]
These are memories. Newest additions are at the bottom.
[Warning: Language, violence]
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Pebbles shuffled under their bare feet, washed up and glinting under rays of light strung through the oaks. A peaceful silence held its breath over the water and blew gently across it’s glassy surface, inviting company. Sitting placidly on a jutting rock, the younger boy squinted his eyes and looked out over the lake.
Rolling fields in the distance. An abandoned farmhouse. Wild geese.
He edged forward and hung his legs in the calm, dark water until he could feel the smooth silt on the bottom. A heavy splash sounded, not but a yard away, as an apple-sized rock hurled into the water and disturbed it into ripples. The boy shaded his eyes with a hand and turned back to look at the pebbled shore to give a stern glance at the teenager, who was already rooting up another stone. This one plunged into the water, not quite as close to his head, but still within an unnerving distance. The teenager, already bored of throwing rocks, mulled around as the water lapped at his heels. He wished to be elsewhere.
Wading out further, Fledermaus attempted to place himself out of his brother’s range. The cool water crept up to his navel, even standing on his toes. The sun beat down. He cupped water in his hands and spilled it over his head to reverse the heat. It trickled through his hair and down his bare back. The other boy was climbing up a steep and jagged pile of rocks. Had their mother known, she never would have shooed them out so she could vacuum in peace.
