| "Why?", he thought. "If it has to be that way, why should I care? It wasn't like I planned all this. Hugh warned me not to go, but I just wouldn't listen. I mean, sure, there were times I thought about staying and just ignoring her, and when I saw her talking to them I thought it was nothing. But why do I find myslef in these jams?" Just then he spun around to see Matt the Dooble step through the clearing. His wings were horribly twisted in the fall and he looked dishevelled. "Matt, I thought Henry told you not to fly again until you made repairs to the lanyards? And did you ever replace that turnbuckle I've warned you about repeatedly?" Matt stood there, a look of scorn on his face, "Up yours, you seething bastard! Where were you when I needed help? Oh, and I noticed you left another paint can open... again! That's four gallons wasted this week, you fool." Robert just shrugged and mumbled something, looking away at the rock garden, ignoring his harsh reply. He knew he'd been right saying those things... but the paint was old and there were still two cans left. "Screw him!", he thought. Besides, Homer Lunar was alone in the wagon with nobody watching him. At noon Hugh arrived and hurried in through the side door, his arms filled with boxes. "Look what I've got!", he exclaimed. George stood quickly and approached the now opened box on the table. He stared eyes wide at what it held. "Where did you find these?", he asked in excitement. "You know the last time I saw one of these I was in Tahiti, near the docks with Harrison... he'd found one while diving for oysters. Good God, man, do you know what you've got here?!" By now Allad and Clive had entered the room, and found Hugh laughing like a child with a new toy. They were headed to the Beach Shack, but stopped to see what all the excitement was about. The afternoon was just starting to really look good. In those days the islands were lazy, the summer winds caressed you like a blow torch, baking the sands on the beach so waves of heat rose in the sunlight. People just stayed in the shade for fear of heat stroke. It was early August and nobody spent a lot of time in the sun. The docks were the only place you felt cool, and even there the wind was just enough to keep the sweat almost dry, as it blew in varying gusts from the east. George had just stocked the galley,and was preparing the vegetables in large iron pot, bits of fish, a little oil and garlic for a full flavoured meal. Nettie came by and offered him some fruit, but he'd just gotten a bushel from the marketplace, so she joined him for a cup of tea while they talked about Hugh's amazing find. It had the whole community in a fuss over what he'd do with the money once they were sold. You just didn't see that kind of perfection in something that rare. |
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| by Joris Hines |
| To Be Continued, maybe, and then again, maybe not... |
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| When you feel cold, and weary from life and time has rolled past like a wheel You'll do well to remember the mornings delight when the sun brings the warmth that you feel When the peace of the day is at it's best when gulls call the rhythm of waves then you breath in the salt air and fly like the wind as the tide shifts slowly away. Lifes a long song, it's been heard more than once in the passing of years and the drifting of hearts in the way we love deeply and how rain brings the bow First living, then dying we slowly depart If ever I see you and know you have peace I'll walk away slowly and think of you there But if you have sorrow I'll comfort your soul and hold you so gently caressing your hair The peace of the morning will carry you through and nothing can take the morning from you Fresh off the cuff - by JG Hines - April 16, 2004 |
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