Brian was the family’s runt. Of course, the only person who called him a runt was his older brother, which is technically their job. 

Everyone in Brian’s family towered over six-feet tall, even his mom. Family photos were the worst, resembling a forest of sequoias with Brian as the seedling. 

Brian didn’t have a complex, but he couldn’t understand how he pulled the short straw—literally—in the genes department.

The summer before eleventh-grade, he hit a seven-inch growth spurt, thereby pushing him into the six-foot club. 

Before his brother left for college, Brian stood before him and said, “I could get used to the weather up here.”

Word Count: 112

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Flash Fiction Photo Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/05/05/flash-fiction-photo-challenge-4/.