Leyla

W Bradley

Copyright 2012 by W Bradley

Published at Smashwords

‘Today’s the day.’ I thought as the golden morning sunlight burst through the window, forcing me to concede defeat to my night of insomnia. I rose from the bed, threw on a dress and started the daily face wash and make up routine.

I rarely lost sleep over anything, but today was important. I would see him again; see my brother after 15 years without him. We’d had one of those rare relationships my brother and I before he had disappeared so many years ago; I was closer to him than anyone I had ever known. He protected me. He loved me and I him.

One would think our family would have become closer after he vanished but we seemed to drift apart. We separated into two groups at first: Those of us who thought he had been kidnapped and was a prisoner of war, like the military letters led us to believe, and those of us who said he had run away with his tail between his legs. What do I think? I know my brother far better than the rest of our family. He would never shy away from a fight he knew he could win. He was smart; his goals were always high but achievable and more often than not, he reached them.