Summer Sons

by Lee Mandelo

Every moment of his life that followed would take him further from Eddie, no matter his efforts to scrounge for the remains, but what else was there for him to do except draw what was left as close as he could?

He was just Andrew Blur. All he wanted to unearth was the truth of Eddie’s last hours, to set things as right as he was able.

“He’s spent so much time on me he didn’t bother with his own shit, until now.

He deserves a good thing to happen to him, Andrew. I do like you, but I don’t know if you’re a good thing.” “I don’t either,” he said finally.

Andrew had to accept that he was going to take that maybe to his grave.