my writing on Author's Den (August)
On the last day of the month I offer my most popular piece of writing from my Author's Den web site http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?authorid=73154. This month I'm a day early so that I can report on the Bar-b-que late Sunday or early Monday. I hope you enjoy my writing...
Regarding Matt
All through their lives, Marcus had been ahead of Matt. He had laid in his Mom’s arms – wrapped in love – a full five minutes before Matt showed any sign of arriving. He had walked long before Matt. Marcus - at seven months - used the lumbering old family dog to steady himself. Matt preferred to be carried from room to room. He would stretch out his arms and beg; “up” His charm was irresistible even then. Marcus privately maintained that it was Matt’s charm that made him a greedy, selfish, self-centred, arrogant bastard. Without those laughing blue eyes, without that radiant smile his brother would stand some chance at becoming a human being. Unfortunately, it was far too late for that now. Matt had gained far too much to turn back.
Matt’s charm had propelled him through school. He never needed to work everyone else was way too willing to do the work for him.
Matt excelled in fun – he shunned work, Marcus thought. Matt was the star quarterback. Girls clawed at each other to get close to him.
Marcus was studious. He lived in the shadows. He avoided the light were Marcus shone. He told himself, he had no interested in being a show-off. However, this was only an excuse. He would have participated. He would have tried out for school plays and school sports but he wished to avoid comparison. He didn’t want to be judged by Matt’s standards and be found wanting.
So, Marcus poured his energies into academia. He was shy and awkward around first girls and then women. He fell all over himself red-faced. Matt made them swoon – Marcus made them laugh.
All through their lives, Marcus had been ahead of Matt. He had laid in his Mom’s arms – wrapped in love – a full five minutes before Matt showed any sign of arriving. He had walked long before Matt. Marcus - at seven months - used the lumbering old family dog to steady himself. Matt preferred to be carried from room to room. He would stretch out his arms and beg; “up” His charm was irresistible even then. Marcus privately maintained that it was Matt’s charm that made him a greedy, selfish, self-centred, arrogant bastard. Without those laughing blue eyes, without that radiant smile his brother would stand some chance at becoming a human being. Unfortunately, it was far too late for that now. Matt had gained far too much to turn back.
Matt’s charm had propelled him through school. He never needed to work everyone else was way too willing to do the work for him.
Matt excelled in fun – he shunned work, Marcus thought. Matt was the star quarterback. Girls clawed at each other to get close to him.
Marcus was studious. He lived in the shadows. He avoided the light were Marcus shone. He told himself, he had no interested in being a show-off. However, this was only an excuse. He would have participated. He would have tried out for school plays and school sports but he wished to avoid comparison. He didn’t want to be judged by Matt’s standards and be found wanting.
So, Marcus poured his energies into academia. He was shy and awkward around first girls and then women. He fell all over himself red-faced. Matt made them swoon – Marcus made them laugh.
posted by Author Leanne Dyck at 9:09 AM
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