Death in the Family

E Seymour J.

Description

Kevin Markinson left home at seventeen and hasn't been back since. When he returns home after the death of his father, he soon discovers that his family members are quite aware of the "work" he's been doing, and they aren't at all proud of it. When secrets are revealed and emotions run high, will Kevin give up the life he's assumed, or will his siblings see to it that he ends up behind bars?A short story from our Fingerprints line.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Untreed Reads
• Date de parution: 24 février 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781611872750
• Langue: English

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Death in the Family
By J.E. Seymour

Copyright 2012 by J.E. Seymour
Cover Copyright 2012 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.


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Death in the Family
By J.E. Seymour
Kevin stood on a rise, away from the group, scouting it out.
The air was heavy, the sun hidden behind a mass of clouds that threatened drizzle. The trees stood naked, their dead leaves blanketing their roots. Wilted flowers drooped out of pots in front of headstones. Even the flags left from Veteran’s Day looked muted, the color washed out.
He watched the ceremony, listened to the kid in uniform play “Taps,” waited as the few friends drifted away. He hunched his shoulders inside his bomber jacket and shifted from foot to foot, trying to stay warm. At last it looked like it was just the family left.
He could just make out the woman with graying hair in a long braid down her bowed back. She was wearing the requisite black, clutching a triangle of flag. She stood by the stone, surrounded by her children.
He wasn’t in a hurry. Not just because of the cane he used, but because of the hesitation in his mind. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be here. He’d had his two fingers of Jack Daniel’s before setting out, but still lacked the courage to walk up to the group. There wasn't enough courage in the whole bottle to get him to walk up to these people. He paused to light a Camel, then kept moving. When he was about ten feet away he dropped the cigarette, ground it out with the heel of his black boot, and spoke.