Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-3232016.
Adrift
People
thought we were the perfect family—Mom, Dad, Chase and me. But as childhoods
go, ours wasn’t Disneyland.
It
became apparent my brother had problems. Testing proved he was borderline
autistic. Mother felt ashamed. Father loathed him. Chase was sent to a facility
in the city. One day in his teens, he walked away and disappeared.
I moved
to the city after graduation. For two years, I searched the streets for Chase.
One morning I passed a young man sitting on the sidewalk. I couldn’t see his
face but something drew me closer.
“Chase?”
He
looked up; goose bumps ran down my spine. I kneeled down and stared into his
eyes. “It’s me, your sister.”
Chase
smiled. “Chelsea, Chelsea.”
With
teary eyes I held out my hand. “Would you like to come with me?” He nodded yes and I vowed he would never sleep
on the street again.
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