“Oh Brother, I never intended to keep our promise”, breathed the standing person. The dark waters of that hopeless ocean witnessed the gusts dance a wild dance, a dance more and more frantic after each dying moment. The wooden beachfront cabin, towering high above the sands below, stood on trembling beams as the tempest bellowed throughout. Three walls and the roof had been engulfed.
Hansen, lying prostrate, wondered how much more he could stand. Legs utterly broken, a certain cohesion occurred in that moment, for the puzzle was complete. Grasping the creases between each plank floorboard with his bloodied fingertips, the wreckage of a man scuttled away from the standing person, and towards the wall with the door, the finishing door.
Morose waves curled, bubbled and released upon the dead shore. Planks littered the coastline, grim mementos of what was being lost. A dismal groan whispered through the gale, and Hansen’s frenzied roll was scarcely enough to evade the wall’s submission. There remained only the door, now.
“Who do you think knew the Magistrate’s secret? Alicia? Sure, she did too, but that’s why she’s kissing the bottom of the sea. You know, the real behemoth is in us.” Punishing winds resounded in torment behind the brother’s callous, knowing grin.
The ground his greatest ally, Hansen shifted his weary body right to left, dreaming of reaching that door, that sanctuary. Yet the brother laughed at his feeble advances all the while, and so did the storm, too.
“We will both die here, and no one will ever know the secret that will save the remnants of this world. Isn’t that hilarious, brother?”
Closer, closer…
“Hansen?”
Hansen’s shivering palm clasped onto the gilded, precious doorknob. “Fuck your secret.”
Rising up against the wind of the world’s end and the deepest betrayal, he opened the door and walked the dinosaur
Oh brother