I don’t say about the award, because money is secondary. I felt like my brain has just been electrified. The lines of that newspaper article hit me one after the other without time for recovery. I got buried in a mountain of thoughts and memories. My suspicion is he was sure I`d never find out his plagiarism. My brother, Jaden, even opened his novel with the phase I used to repeat to him. “This is a work of a genius” – that was written in the newspaper. When I was a child, my father`s love was handed to him for nothing. Now it was the same, but with literature fans` love.
That’s not a wrong way to share your writing with others, is it? I thought so. Moreover, I regarded myself to be someone who provides support or presence when it is needed. But now I understood the meaning of the “damp squib” idiom. When I read his book, my cheeks and forehead became the color of the communistic flags. My mind pictured itself as a nut, suddenly cracked under someone`s dirty boot. The need to rap out an oath grew, but I was still speechless. Presumably, Jaden didn’t notice he took over my phrases and thoughts. My life seems to have been taken away. It is on his book`s pages, and there is no even a spark of interest and passion for life left to me.
I confess I never expect my brother to steal MY story to get the Best Book award. His novel was crowded with my characters and images.
(…) Jaden, brother mine, he came in the evening. “Forgive, if you can.” And a pile of money appeared on the table, almost as tall, as the “War and Peace” volume. I froze for a second. Have I already mentioned that money is secondary?
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