My Name is Liu Woods,You’d never expect someone like my brother to be compassionate, especially after what he’d done. Yes, he was still alive, and yes, I saw him once more before he ventured off on his own, leaving me and all the pain he’d inflicted on the citizens of the small town behind him. He visited. My lips were zipped from day one, and when he asked, I told him word of how he always went off scotch-free for years and that no one had ever found anything. Even if I knew he was smarter than to leave evidence at a crime scene, I also knew he was careless of his actions and indifferent to the feelings of anyone he didn’t know. He left me in the dust, confused and unaware as to why he came back.My Name is Liu Woods,1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Liu Woods, and my brother is still alive.
It was at that time of year where the frost begins to melt from the branches of the trees, tiny, colored blossoms put in their empty place. The time where the ground is slick and muddy and the grass is carefully graced with droplets of r