Sibling Territory

 

Magazines neatly piled –

 

the edges all lined up with each other and

parallel to the edges of the table.

 

A dust-free table and a strong smell of furniture

polish, toothpaste and starch.

 

Shirts hanging in the wardrobe;

 

each hanger exactly two centimetres from its neighbour – not a crease

 

to be seen.

 

No scrunches, craters or hills in the duvet.

 

The smell of shampooed hair exuding from the plumped-up pillow.

 

Toe nails, dog hairs and Bonio biscuits under the bed.

 

My brother’s room.

 

 

 

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Photo by Dennis Yang and available on Flickr by Creative Commons License

 

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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