freckles

do you think foreshadowing exists in real life? one of the last memories i have of my brother is taking him to the golf driving range. he wasn't old enough to drive so he begged me to take him. as he nailed balls into the distance of nowhere, i laid in the grass on this tiny hill, attempting to tan....yes, so vain, so selfish. i remember that even farther in the distance were these abandoned soccer goals. kees and i plotted a night sneak attack where we would come back with our backpacks and steal the nets so that we can make our own soccer goal in our backyard. as we planned our scheme, kees would look back at me every so often, laughing, with that big goofy smile of his. the sun was in his face and his freckles were larger than ever. he held his own golf club (he was so proud) and adorned his staple blue tarheels baseball cap. we never got the chance to return for the goal nets.