Nolo Quietus

“I need to stop a minute.”

“You want me to lock the wheels?”

He grimaced, I can lock my own goddamn wheels left unsaid as he reached down and flipped the levers that would keep the chair from rolling down the hill once she let go.

It was steep enough to be dangerous, the pine needle carpet slick as silk sheets. He looked down at his hands, permanently curled like lobster claws.  “Why did you bring me up here?”

“I wanted to show you something.”

He nodded, disappointed. Knowing she wouldn’t help him with his plan. Ever the good sister.


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