Brice Poem by anais vionet

(a flash fiction piece)

My brother (Brice) left university,6 months ago, like millions of other students, to shelter from COVID. After years away Mr. Annoying was back in MY world, bickeringly close and way too frequently in my business - like some half-assed adult (he just turned 22) .

As school planning recently started though, I awoke one night, unnerved at the thought that he might be leaving. It was a shocking awakening to how much I need him, draw strength from him and shelter in his lee. The heart-wrenching realization of how much I would miss him was breathtaking, like that Disney ride where they suddenly drop you seven stories. I bit off half my fingernails before I finally fell asleep. =/

In the clear light of morning, it's obvious that he'll leave again at some point and I'm dreading it now that it's flagged my awareness - and I face him with a whole new, creepy appreciation.

*Yesterday afternoon...
*Brice is on the sectional, with a bowl of pretzels, watching some BORING documentary.
I sneak up behind him and take his drink off the side table.
I plop down next to him - very close, I squeeze next to him, hard, like there's no other room on the huge sectional. He gives me the side eye.
Me: "What? ? "
After a few minutes he reaches for his drink to find it missing - he looks around, then at me.
Me: With a mouth full of pretzels, "What? ? "
He gets up to find his drink (which I put in the kitchen) and that takes about 20 seconds.
While he's gone, I change the channel to "Miraculous Ladybug", my favorite cartoon.
When he comes back we wrestle for the remote - it takes him a couple of minutes but he's too strong and as he begins winning, I yelled, "MOM, Brice is hurting me! " (which is cruelly ignored) .
He finally gets the remote and back to his show - I straighten my hair, out of breath, and wonder how long it will take him to realize the pretzels are missing.