alaska // fiction
He left on a Tuesday.
A cold Tuesday, the air crisp and sharp. A Tuesday like many other Tuesdays, my brother slipped out, silent as the dark.
“I have to find them.” he had said, his voice broken, cracked.
And that was that. I nodded, eyes fixed on the window that looked out into the twilight of the forest. To my left the fire spit, warming my face and offering a noise amongst the quiet.
We had been searching for two years together, he and I. Hoping, yearning. Here in the middle of Alaska, as the trees blazed orange and red, we parted ways.