“Robert?”

Jeremy leaned against the corner of the shed. The back yard that his brother was so fond of tending to, the shrubs and flowering bushes and fruit trees, muffled itself in the fading twilight. Dandelions shone despite the deepening shadows, and seeing them made Jeremy pause. Robert had an intense dislike of the sunny weeds and was fastidious about uprooting them at the earliest appearance. The veritable carpet of those yellow flowers now spreading across the yard went against what Jeremy knew to be a hard tenet of his brother’s. With a growing unease, he straightened up and cautiously walked behind the shed.