The Blood Glass
Reunion
So here I sat, in a stolen vehicle, with a man claiming to be a
brother that I hardly remembered. I think I’d had a brother once, when I was a little kid, but I wasn’t sure. My brain got all fuzzy when I tried to think of my past, so I avoided it.
“No, I do not remember you. If you told me your name, it would
probably help a fair bit,” I replied.
“I’m Samuel - that ring a bell in your empty head? I left when
you were five, and I was fifteen. I was ten when you were born, a lot older. I figured you wouldn’t remember me suddenly taking off since you were so young when it happened.”
I thought about it for a second - a brother, Samuel, older than
me by a decade… Nope. Old memories didn’t flood my head, and I didn’t cry and hug the man. Either I had blocked the images out as a defense, or this ‘Samuel’ was a dirty liar.
“I don’t remember you… still. What was our mother’s name?”
“Susan… her maiden name was Burg. She had red hair and
freckles, and she used to sing to us. She had a beautiful voice… and soft hands.”
I was shocked. I remembered a short, heavy woman who used
to pack my lunch in a brown bag and sing me a song waiting for the bus to come pick me up. She smelled like cinnamon all of the time.
“You are my brother,” I said quietly. “Tell me more… I want to
know more about her. Why did you leave? Is she still alive?”
My brother brought his index finger to his lips and made a
shushing noise. I obeyed. He sighed, and began to speak in a serious voice.
“I’ll explain everything later… I know you want to hear more
about what you can’t remember, but you have to wait. I’m taking you
somewhere now. I can’t tell you where, but you’ll like it.”
“Give me a hint,” I said.
“It’s called… The Blood Glass.”
brother that I hardly remembered. I think I’d had a brother once, when I was a little kid, but I wasn’t sure. My brain got all fuzzy when I tried to think of my past, so I avoided it.
“No, I do not remember you. If you told me your name, it would
probably help a fair bit,” I replied.
“I’m Samuel - that ring a bell in your empty head? I left when
you were five, and I was fifteen. I was ten when you were born, a lot older. I figured you wouldn’t remember me suddenly taking off since you were so young when it happened.”
I thought about it for a second - a brother, Samuel, older than
me by a decade… Nope. Old memories didn’t flood my head, and I didn’t cry and hug the man. Either I had blocked the images out as a defense, or this ‘Samuel’ was a dirty liar.
“I don’t remember you… still. What was our mother’s name?”
“Susan… her maiden name was Burg. She had red hair and
freckles, and she used to sing to us. She had a beautiful voice… and soft hands.”
I was shocked. I remembered a short, heavy woman who used
to pack my lunch in a brown bag and sing me a song waiting for the bus to come pick me up. She smelled like cinnamon all of the time.
“You are my brother,” I said quietly. “Tell me more… I want to
know more about her. Why did you leave? Is she still alive?”
My brother brought his index finger to his lips and made a
shushing noise. I obeyed. He sighed, and began to speak in a serious voice.
“I’ll explain everything later… I know you want to hear more
about what you can’t remember, but you have to wait. I’m taking you
somewhere now. I can’t tell you where, but you’ll like it.”
“Give me a hint,” I said.
“It’s called… The Blood Glass.”