A short story: The end of summer

My brother had not been home in some time and I had been researching my ass off all summer and landed myself in the hospital and he never made it up to the hospital to see me as he lives in another state. So the day I come home so did he. So I couldn’t talk fast enough in my weak state to show him all i had learned and explaining to him what was driving us crazy as kids and young adults…. we tried endlessly playing night hunts outside to catch that stalker that drove us crazy… LOL << truly a lot my brother and i tried every booby trap and covert plan you could come up with to get rid of that pesky guy out there in the wee hours…. Quite intently he listened to my words and looked over my evidences and my first cast i was so proud of…. as we talked the sun was descending and he said… so it’s this time of night you can hear them in the corn field eating… come show me… with my mom protesting cause i could hardly walk from weakness…. and in tow complaining the whole way.. we all head out there and we walk up to the old big tree we played under for days and hours on end listening to the talking corn…. and he said, “show me Shel… show me how you speak to them” … well i said a few native words I had learned in their language from the Indians that walked our area years ago… they sure never reacted to my native tongue…. and a corn cob come flying out of the field. It hit an object behind us missing my brother’s head by a foot.   My brother lit up…. he picked it up and said out loud and i had no clue at that time my ears allowed them to hear English in their language yet. My brother said, ” Is that all you have to welcome me home… bad aim???” and he whipped that corn precisely where it had come from.. well a few moments went past as we stood there talking … and all of a sudden… corn kernels rained down on us all… the squatch in the field had shucked a few corn cobs and thru them and without missing this time it rained down a large amount of corn. With no further question… my brother started playing with them and it grew dark and he said.. OMG i am going to be late i am two hours behind…. and he tore himself away from old friends he had not played with in years…. now he calls me at random as he travels the country as a truck driver and will say… ” I talked to so and so and heard this tale” or ” I was on a dark highway late at night not many on the road and i seen something on the edge of forest move that was quite tall, not a deer or elk but tall”.. i just giggle and since then I have not enchanted my brother with anymore details of how it goes here at home or that they took me down the rabbit hole… for he is plugged in as i call it… into a world that allows him no time or simple pleasures… he is a slave to family and all that keeps the whole world from knowing and enjoying what a few of us are blessed with……Shel 🙂