Sitting in the car, I light up the cigarette. The breeze slowly enchants the flame from my lighter as it sways from side to side, judging by the harsh frosty breath I can tell that this Winter isn't going to be kind. I've always asked myself who was to blame for Jack's death, was it the drunk driver who fell asleep behind the wheel, was it his girlfriend? These questions remain unanswered to me.
Either way, Jack was my brother. Revenge is a shallow motive but its the only way I'll ever have closure on my siblings death. The sharp squeek of wheels awakens me from my train of thought.
"Are you ready?" Matthew, my youngest brother asks, sitting in the drivers seat waiting for me to finish my cigarette. I flick the butt out of the window of the old Volkswagon and put my ski-mask on.
We sit in the car, silent. I'll never forget Jack, and I'll never forgive those who harmed him on that night.
The only thing I know is that once a Weston brother is down, we ride to the fight.
At any rate, seems like just nonsense. But the free write is one of the basic tools of any writer. It's simple, take as much time as you need... but generally time it at about a minute or two, and just write. Total stream of consciousness and don't stop until the time is up. It will sharpen you up, give you ideas, and keep you writing!!!