Brothers

A cool breeze softly brushed the back of my neck; my lungs were thankful for the fresh mountain air.  I was sitting in my room, my fortress, my sanctuary. The quite tapping of the keyboard’s keys reverberated through the dimly lit room. I didn’t know what I was writing about, I just wanted to write.

I stretched my hand out to pick the burning cigarette from its tray; I stuffed it between my lips, and took a powerful drag. The exhale was slightly delayed, for I wished to enjoy the poisonous burn.

Suddenly, a knock came from outside the entrance to my room. I ripped an earphone away from my ear in frustration; I hated being bothered. The door opens, and my brother’s ugly mug shows itself.

“What the hell do you want?!?” My tone begged him to leave.

“Hi.”, was all he said. A mischievous grin spread across his face, for he had successfully broken, no, shattered, the flow of my creativity.