Microfiction: To Me by Wayne Dean-Richards

TO ME

My brother said, “We haven’t spoken for years, so why ring now?”

I told him opposite Langley Green Station there’s a canal and beside it's a partially demolished factory and my idea was to live in the space between the partially demolished factory and the canal and I wanted to know if he thought that was strange.

My brother thought for a bit, then said, “Yeah, I do.”
But having decided that to me it didn’t seem so strange,
I packed a bag, and leaving everything else behind set off.

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