Voices
Place: Outside of the town’s bookstore
Date: January 29th
Status: Open
“And as you know, you are not your brother just yet, Mister Forester”
These words had swarmed around in his head all day, ever since these words were said to him mere days ago. During his walks back to the house from evening strolls or back from town, discussing the news with his father, and every time he had sat down to read the book he purchased on that day at the bookstore; “You are not your brother just yet”. And when it had turned night time, Samuel was propped up on his bed, writing feverishly in his journal. Yes, he wasn’t his brother, but he knew better, he was learning, he was advancing, and he'd be damned if he was going to settle on “being his brother”.
Morning time, two more days had passed, and Samuel was feeling the lack of sleep when he was finally awake. After breakfast, and looking through the morning post, he went back to his chambers, drafting a few replies to the three letters he received. He tried once again reading that book, until he could not bear it anymore. He had to return it, to avoid those words being spoken to him whenever he opened it.
And so, he made his way back to town, book in hand and determined to give it back. A simple task, or so it seemed. Once he reached that bookstore, and looked through its windows to see all the people inside, he seemed to freeze in place, with a hand hovering midway to open the door. He was not his brother. His brother was more courageous than he was, his brother would not struggle with opening a door.
As he stood there, feeling the cold sweat starting to clam his hands, someone tapped his shoulder. With a small, and hopefully not too noticeable, yelp, he jumped a little in place, quickly turning around to see who it was. “I am NOT…” And.. he dropped the darn book on the ground. He bent down to grab it, still not seeing who was the figure tapping him, until he finally looked up.
