Before I give you my six:
Eleven years ago last week my brother got his first big job.
Ten years ago today I lost my brother because of hate and radicalism.
Ten years ago today my Mother and Father left a 15 year old me in charge of my 11 year old sister to go to another country to fight for ours, grief heavily on their mind.
Ten years ago today I didn't get to say goodbye to my brother, but I will always love him. I don't post pictures of that day, nor do I write about him often.
But he was the one who taught me to describe things in my English essays when I was in middle school.
Big Brother, these insignificant words are for you:
From my WIP A Taste for a Mate - Book 1 of the Redwood Pack
The smell of fresh paint and wood shavings tickled Willow’s nose. The tangy scent of male sweat on glistening bodies mixed with the sweet and surgery chocolate aroma from the brownies she baked that morning, a luscious and sinful combination if there ever was one.
The marble countertop was cool to the touch as she ran her hand along the smooth edge. The deep ruby red velvet inlay of the picture board above the glass panels clung to her fingers. Burgundy and chocolate ribbons adorned it, begging for pictures and memories to surface and be known. To be immortalized.
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