He adored her.
To him, she was the world’s best sister. Anything she wanted, she got.

When they were four, mama asked her, “What do you want for Christmas, Annie?”
“A doll house for me, and a tea set for Adam.”
“Don’t you think Adam should choose his own gift!”
“A tea set for me,”
Adam affirmed.
“You’re the world’s best brother,” she said, giving him one of her bear-hugs.

For her 8th Christmas, she got a pink bike, while Adam got one in red. When she decided that his was better, he swapped without hesitation.
“You’re the world’s best brother,” she swore.

Before her 12th Christmas party, he spent the entire day with her at the mall, helping her pick her special dress, and accessorizing it.
“You’re the world’s best brother,” she squeezed his hand.

On her 16th Christmas, she caught him wearing her favourite red lace panties.
“You’re a sick freak,” she screamed. “Get out of my room.”

They did not celebrate Christmas next year.
Mama went to the cemetery after church. Dad just stayed at the bar.


© Eric Wiklund

In response to the December 10th Sunday Photo Fiction challenge

20 thoughts on “The World’s Best Brother

    1. Me neither. I was just asking myself how I could look at such a pleasant picture and come up with that. But my mind has started becoming its own person, and sometimes its sorta messed up.

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  1. Oh My God! That was a dark twist, but that is what brought the story alive and made it so impactful. And it is so true, anyone who is different from us is labeled a freak, a monster, without a moment’s hesitation.

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