Climbing Up
A Short Pride Story
“Let’s go for a walk, Marie,” Brian said tugging his hair behind his ear. He did that every time he had to either confess something or apologize, or both, his sister mused.
“Ok,” Marie said with a nod.
The two siblings walked through a path that led to the mountains on the east side of town. They had walked that path for as long as they remembered being alive.
“I just don’t have the shoes to walk that far up,” Marie spilled with a chuckle, showing off her black boot with short heels.
Brian smiled too. “It’s okay. We’ll only walk the trail for a bit.”
It was incredibly warm for December in northern Colorado. The snow covered the mountaintops and at least a third of the whole body of land, but it felt like spring.
Marie could sense the hesitation in Brian since their Christmas brunch that morning. Her brother definitely wanted to say something but couldn’t for some reason.
Marie stopped walking when she noticed Brian was fidgeting with his thumbs.
That was enough to be concerned. Every time Brian got in trouble in school, he would do that. She was two years younger but they always allowed her to get out of class and stay with him in the principal’s office until their parents arrived. Marie would hold…
