January drabbles - 17

“I had a dream,” said the brother, the pain.
“What sort of dream?” asked his Mom.
“I dreamed that you and Dad and all the brothers bowed down to me.”
His brothers beat him up.

“I had a dream,” said the brother, the pain.
“What sort of dream?”
“That everyone’s sheaves of corn bowed down to mine.”
His brothers beat him up.

“I had a dream,” said the brother, the pain, but the others didn’t wait; they sold him as a slave.

“I had a dream,” said the brother in jail, and God gave him promises and a future instead.