incomplete | short story

6

           "My head hurts"

           "Just eat the soup"

           "But Jen"

           "Fine, I'll feed you"

           "Correc-"

She forced the large spoon into his mouth and he swallowed it, but gagged afterwards.

           "Ew, Jen"

           "I tried!"

           "I doubt it"

           "Meanie"

           "Lilliputian"

She stared at him for a second before falling backwards in laughter.

           "What the hell does that even mean"

           "Small"

           "You could have said small"

           "You could have made better soup"

She pouted at that, and lightly poked his side. He didn't squirm- he just looked at her quizzically.

           "What was that?"

           "Uh.."

           "You thought I was ticklish?"

           "Yes?"

           "I am not, but Harry is"

Everything kind of got quiet after that.

           "I am sorry"

           "It is okay, he is your brother.."

           "He does not act like he is"

           "Siblings fight"

           "Not like we do"

She rolled her eyes and looked down at her dictionary. He looked down at his journal and they both got to work. It as quiet- well, it was always quiet between them, but this kind of quite felt reticent.

           "I know what to get you for your birthday"

           "Tell me"

           "No"

           "Marcel"

           "Jenna"

           "Marcel!"

           "Okay, okay"