Siblings, part 3

*So it turns out that knowing where you want a story to go and getting it to go there are two very different things. This is what I got from about an hour of very distracted writing. Meh.*

Chapter 2

They drove in silence. Sam wasn't sure if his mother's silence was because she was wrapped up in her own thoughts or out of respect for his own, but he was grateful for it either way. He stared out the window, watching the lights from the equalizer reflected in the glass. As the the green and red dots darted along the dirty snowbanks lining the narrow streets, Sam remembered how Karen always used to pretend those lights were her Guardian Fairies, pacing the family car the way the Secret Service would pace the president. “Nothing bad can happen to us while my Fairies are out there,” Karen would say. Sam sighed. “At what point in my life did the Fairies stop paying attention?” he wondered.

Looking back, it seemed that his college years had been just as pleasantly uneventful as his childhood. Very little drama or tragedy, just one normal day following another. In those days he could answer the phone fearlessly.

(to be continued)