Brothers Of Water: Short Story

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Brothers of Water

A man carrying a log roughly the length of his body waded into the river. His beard was matted, and the dark splotches climbing up his parka marked how waterlogged he had become. He stood waist deep in the river, holding the log just below the surface. For an hour he raised and lowered the wood, watching how the water reacted, and how the different depths changed the amount of force he took on.
Under the weight of his jacket and the muted sensation of blood returning to his iced legs, the man returned to shore. From behind a patch of naked trees, a second man approached his shivering counterpart with a small wave. A neck tie was just visible beneath the tweed picot he wore.
“Alright, Brian?”
“Never better,” Brian replied, …show more content…

He took off each sock and rung them out, not really watching where the water fell. His eyes were lost to the depths of the river. Brian watched a leaf float across what had been his home for the last hour. Behind him, the sun had just started setting and the chill of the October night was starting to set in. His bones were cold, and his fingers fumbled with the laces as he replaced his shoes.
“Bit cold for this, isn’t …show more content…

“Have you told her about this?”
“’Bout what?”
“This,” Elijah said, motioning. Even with his hands in front of the vents, Elijah could see that he was shaking.
Brian smiled and turned his gaze away, back towards the river.
“Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to live somewhere else?” he asked. His breath stuck to the window, fogging up a large section. Eli put his sleeve to work, clearing his view of the water. “To be someone else? Different body, different life, different thoughts.”
“How long were you in there?” Elijah asked, switching the flow towards Brian’s feet. He was sweating under his picot.
“You’ve never wondered what it’d be like if it was different? Why we’re here, why we’re doing what we’re doing. Same routine, same faces, same day, over and over.”
“I’d want to be the Queen.”
“What?”
“I’d want to be the Queen of England.”
“Forget

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