My brother got arrested for killing a girl. He killed more but the cops don’t know that.
A tree carved with our names exploded the day before he went to jail. The tree didn’t have a chance. After being hit by a 50,000 volt stream of lightning, its sap innards boiled to temperatures hotter than the sun, and all the bark blew off in shrapnel chunks. I know because it was in the Prince George Times. Our little bit of bark shrapnel ended up on page five. Carl made page one. They used a mug shot from a couple years back, when he still had acne and his hair was in a ponytail. Carl was mad about that, and because there’s a photo of our tree. He doesn’t like anyone knowing personal stuff.
Are You Interested in What Happens Next?
Update July 23, 2014
I hope you are.
I am planning to submit a revised version of this story to a writing contest with Sixfold (see Drink Lattes Through a Straw to learn more).
Wish me luck. But either way I will win…rejection or acceptance, both are OK.