I have here for your approval my six sentences for #SixSunday and scribblings on the theme always. As always enjoy the read share and comment and subscribe if you want to catch my other writing prompt entries.
As he lay there, every fiber of his body exposed, he couldn't think
of a time when his brother was not with him. Today was the first race
that he wasn't working beside him in some way. He knew that his brother
had some issues with him taking his spot on the team, even then, his
support for him was steadfast. When he left to start this stage of the
race and couldn't find him, his worse nightmares started to erode to the
surface. It wasn't till he came round to the hairpin turn that his
fears were met by a plasma blast to the chest. His brother stood over him with a vengeful look of disapproval and said, "I'm always gonna be Mom's favorite."
Well that sort of settles the who inherits the farm question, but won't Mom be a little upset? Good fun in a macabre sort of way.
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