First Ever Fiction Friday – Flash Fiction – I Have No Idea What I’m Doing!

Hi! It’s not often I go crazy or get too excited here on Writes Of All Kinds and I in no way show too much excitement in real life but I thought I might share a sweet story like thing that just might be flash fiction . . . (IDK) Seriously, I’m really off my game as I write this post, aren’t I?

 

Full discloser this story is an unedited prequelish flash fiction fan fiction from yours truly. A bit of background on the Kane boys from A Brother’s Promise.

Without further adieu here is . . .

 

I Promise

 

“You two are almost sickening!” I say as I watch John lay a hand over Angel’s belly – where their baby grows.

“And proud of it!” John said shooting a glance at Matthew who rolled his eyes. “Matt, if you want we don’t mind you leaving … Maybe go to see a certain girl?”

“I’m fine. It’s Christmas – we should be together as a family.” Matthew said turning to look at the snow falling down like glitter onto the mountain land.

“Like last year? The year before that? Year before? Really, Matthew, you’ve never cared before.” Mark flicked the ball he held from one hand to the other, eyes glued on Matthew.

“Mark, it’s Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth and not worry about the past,” John answered as Matthew started to respond.

“Maybe you should let Luke decide that since he’s the one that Matthew abandoned.” Mark rolled over onto his back, laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, and tossed the ball in the air.

“Mark, let it go. Please!” I begged, praying for peace. “We can talk about it another day …” I shifted on the window seat winching as a searing pain rippled throughout my back.

“I’m not letting you get hurt again, Luke,” Matthew said from where he watched the snow across the room. “And for the record I am sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Matthew,” I reply knowing in a way he was at fault but I no longer blamed him.

“It is.” He said, went to the tree, kneeling down he searched through the gifts gathered. Finding the one he searched for he smiled sadly, and came to my side sitting on the window seat. “Here, this is yours.”

I took it, rubbing a hand over the wrapping, “Thank you …” I said opening the package. Inside a picture lay, and two rings. Frowning I picked up the rings.

“Dad asked me to give them to you if you ever got married. I just felt like you need them now, that you should be reminded of what life was like before.

I fisted my hand around the rings tied together with a thin string, “Thanks,” picking up the picture I stared at the image of my family three years ago. I stood in front of my dad, all three of my brothers around me, Dad held Mom in a tight hug, all of us were smiling … the last picture we ever took together. “Where’d you get this?” I asked looking up at Matthew.

“I found it when I went up to the cabin a while ago.” He said simply, stood and left the room. I watched him go, feeling as much left behind as I had on the day I went to live with the Stones.

“He cares, you know,” John said as Angel followed Matthew’s footsteps and left the room. “He’s just too stubborn to show it.”

I nodded and looked down at the box again, this time I saw an envelope addressed to me. Opening the envelope I read the letter, “Dear Luke, I am sorry that I never saw you become a man … though you’re nearly a man now, my dear boy. You never fail to surprise me with your insight and feeling. I have been proud to call you my son these fifteen years. I pray that you continue to follow God always seeking Him and His will. Never stray from his Word, Luke. Trust your older brothers and keep the family together. I know you will miss your father and me but ask that you remember we will meet again.

With all my love,

Your mother”

I swiped at the tears gathering in my eyes and bowed my head, I saw Mark throw his ball to the cat out of the corner of my eye and handed the letter to him. He shook his head before I shoved it at him. “Read it.” He did so, handed the letter back to me and rose.

“I’m going to take a walk … I’ll see you guys, later.” He said on his way out the door without grabbing his coat.

“Should one of us take him his coat?” Angel asked from the doorway where she held a serving dish on the way to the dining room table. John shook his head, kissed her on the cheek, and took the dish from her.

“Nah, he’ll be in soon. I’ll get the rest, you sit down.” He said pushing her toward the table. I grinned and stood cautiously making my way to the kitchen where I picked up the dishes with turkey, gravy, and mashed potatoes, balancing them on my arm. I took them to the dining room setting them on the trivets. “Angel, thanks for letting John take me in.” I said as John followed the hall to the room Matthew was staying in.

“Oh, Luke, of course. You didn’t deserve to lose your family just because of their bad choices.” She said, nodding for me to take the seat across from her,

“Let me help John,” I said, ducking from the room I went to Matthew’s room. “You guys coming?” I asked hoping there won’t be another fight between my older brothers.

“Yeah, we’ll be there in a minute … Grab yourself a plate – try to leave some for us.” John said as Matthew stood, whispered something to John and made his way to the dining room.

“Promise me, Luke … Promise you’ll never let our family die. Promise me you won’t let me my kid feel like we’ve felt.” John said, rubbing his forehead.

Fearfully I said, “What? Why would you think I’d do that?”

“It’s just I’ve seen what’s happened to us since Mom and Dad died. I don’t ever want my daughter not to have the protection we had as kids. Promise me you’ll stick by Ally’s side if anything ever happens to Angel or me.”

Heart filled with fear I frown, “I promise.”

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