Some folks are saying that what happened was my fault. Yeah, I know, right? That’s ridiculous. They say that I should have seen this coming, being that I am his brother and all. But, hey, I’m not my brother’s keeper, for crissake. I have my own life to lead. You feel me, right?
Okay, so everyone knows that he’s not right in the head, and all. They used to call him retarded, but that’s not politically correct anymore. Now they say he’s mentally challenged or some shit like that. But the truth is, he’s just slow. What he is is a bit of a dimwit. And yes, he’s a big guy. But he’s sweet, you know. Like a teddy bear. He’d never do so much as hurt a fly.
So I’d pick him up at the home and take him to see her perform in the park on Thursday evenings because her singing calmed him. You know how they say that music soothes the savage beast, right? Not that he’s savage or anything. It’s just that her singing made him feel good, feel warm inside. So we’d go to the park and listen to her sing for a few hours. You know what I’m saying, right?
He told me he thought she had a beautiful voice, as if there was a bird inside of her. I told him that he was right, that there was a lovely, little songbird who lived inside of her, and when she opened her mouth, it was the singing of the songbird that came out. That made him happy.
And then last Thursday night, after we got to the park, I started feeling sick to my stomach and I told him we had to go. But she wasn’t finished singing and he didn’t want to leave. He said he knew his way back to the home, which is only three blocks from the park and that he’d go there as soon as she was done singing. So I said okay and left him there.
I found out what happened when the cops showed up at my door on Friday morning. I’m, like, really sorry about what happened to the girl. But I mean, seriously, I didn’t think he’d take my story about a songbird living inside of her chest literally.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Image credit: Flora Borsi.