My Brother Ran Through the Riot Singing

100-word story

Believing himself too young and beautiful to die, my brother ran through the riot singing. He sang lullabies to tanks, daydreams to soldiers.

I couldn’t see him, but I could hear where he was.

Until I couldn’t.

I screamed his name. I climbed trash cans and streetlights. I hurled rocks at soldiers. I pushed grandmothers aside.

I found him behind a burning ca…