They were brothers, and as brothers they kind of love each other.
But they also had their differences, and sometimes those differences would be so big that the love seemed more like hatred for those who would see them arguing.
One day they had a disagreement. One of the big ones. It was so, so, so big that they actually engaged on a fight. A physical one.
I can’t remember the reason for such a fight, but I do remember it was an ugly one.
Uyir was a bit drunken. Maybe coming from one of his crazy parties. Groi was chilling out at home, as he always did.
Then something stirred up such a wild rage in Uyir, that he went after Groi. Groi tried reasoning, but it was no use. He didn’t want to fight so he said something neutral and turned his back.
That’s when it happened.
Uyir, pulled his little brother’s shoulder so the boy would turn, then hit him right on his face.
At that very moment, his hand turned to stone, and broke in half.
Groi had a broken teeth but was still in human format and, once again, turned his back and went away…
This post was written in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction – November 6th 2016.
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