Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 09:13:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: drake angel <drakeangel1719@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exodus Whiskey Chapter Six - Precipice

Exodus Whiskey

This is a fictional story set in the not too distant future. No intended
parallels have been drawn or inferred between characters in this story and
any one living or dead. The story deals with such situations as lovebetween
two young boys, sexual arousal and some sexually explicit content. Read at
your discretion, follow the rules of your country and locality. Please do
send me feedback if you like this story, or if you have any comments you
would like to make. My email id is drakeangel1719@yahoo.com

Chapter Six : Precipice

Ano Dorste led the way through the abandoned garden, overgrown with weeds
and strewn with plastic bags and bottles sucked dry by squatters sheltering
from cold nights within its gnarled innards. Tashu followed, quietly,
observing the one he loved.

Yes, he loved him. It happened in the night. He was asleep one moment, and
awake the next. Outside a thunderstorm of titanic proportions ravaged the
now seemingly thin and flimsy walls of his bedroom. He had been dreaming,
the kind of dream that one wishes they won't wake up from. The kind of
dream where the kiss you wished for all your life is only a moment away,
but, in that cruel cold hearted way of nature, you are denied, awake
suddenly, only with the possibility of what could have been.  Ano had been
sleeping next to him, gently breathing, his beautiful skin catching the
shimmering moonlight through the windows. They had sang together, a song of
love and passion, from the feeble opening lines, to the first thrust of a
powerful chorus, and the final screaming, ecstatic, almost fatal clamor of
the crescendo, and the stunning, numbing silence of the end, the look in
each other's eyes, and rush of love that came from within.

Ano stirred lightly, awoke and looked at him through half opened eyes. He
smiled the moonlight glittered as he parted lips, and stuck out his tongue,
half childish mockery, half lusty invitation, and Tashu had got in close to
kiss his tongue.

He had woken then, to find his bed empty. There was no moonlight. There was
nothing but that terrible welling up of something voluminous in one's chest
before the tears begin to flow and the face begins to frown, convulse, the
body, shiver, and the mind, freed from it's social confines, begins to
process those hidden, painful caverns of emotion.

He had fallen in love that instant and now as they entered Natalia's home
through the front door which featured a crude, sign saying DO NOT DISTURB
scratched by knife, long ago broken open, he decided that he would spend
the rest of his life with this boy.  Upstairs, through a trapdoor in the
ceiling, they entered the attic, to find the kind of mess a child would
leave if left alone with books, sketch pens and a lot of time.

Tashu sat down and started thumbing through the books, finding crude
pictures of the male genitalia, large breasts, and several stick figures in
various sexual positions, mixed in with random words in an unintelligible
hand.

Ano rummaged through the remains of the desecrated house.

"They've destroyed these books. These are what I wanted to show you. She
had written such beautiful things."

"Who's they?", I asked, looking through the various boxes, and drawers that
filled the space.

"I don't know. Someone who came in to smoke pot, or drink, or maybe have
sex! Maybe a homeless man. I don't know."

"I found one, come here, come and look."

Tashu sat close to Ano and in the golden light of the setting sun, Ano's
fingers traced the lines on the book.

"March 8th, 1994.

I read in the papers yesterday that this is the international year of the
family. In the situation that I am in, it is the most cruel of jokes. I
laughed out loud when I read it. Jonas heard me and came into the kitchen
asking me what it was about. I couldn't think of anything to say at the
spur of the moment, so I told him that the baby burped. He kissed the baby
and whisked me away to the bedroom upstairs, and we made passionate love,
animal, raw and crazy. When he left to the office I realized that I had
left my baby's food on the table and had forgotten to feed him. Little
genius that he is, he found a way to crawl out of his chair and have his
first self served breakfast. I am so proud of him.

In the evening, Jonas came home in his usual state. He fell down the stairs
and tried to get up, but he couldn't. I tried to help him, but pushed me
away and called some words I cannot repeat. I watched him. He got up,
unzipped his trousers and urinated on the staircase. He then went to the
bedroom and went to sleep.  Thankfully, he had the little drink I had mixed
him before he went off to sleep. I've been keeping the doses steadily high
for the past several weeks. I feel terrible about it, but I don't want to
be woken in the night and raped savagely. I'm done with being the meek
wife. I have been talking to Stefi and she knows what I am going through. I
have her approval.

Good Night."

Ano looked at me.

"This is terrible. The poor woman."

"You see the little black square on the top right hand corners here?"

I nodded.

"It's a kind of color code. She puts on different colors for different
days, based on how she feels, or what she has been through. Black is
bad. She has these little yellow dots for the days she felt really happy
and at peace."

"Let's read a yellow one then."

"Here", said Ano flipping through some pages.

"April 10th, 1994

Yesterday was washing day. And it was a beautiful day, I wish all days were
like yesterday. Jonas didn't wake in the morning, and Perla came by to
watch over the baby, while I did all my chores.

A bright, bright, bright sunny day, and the skies a heavenly blue. We went
out back and setup near the washing machine, Perla's old bones on an easy
chair and Patrick on her lap, playing with a little soldier toy.

I love washing day. I love the smell of detergent, and cold water, and
fabric softener. I love separating our lovely pastel sheets, and watching
the cold wet droplets of water fall to the floor as I pull them out,
sparkling like jewels as they catch the glint of the sun.

Perla spoke of her daughter who is in America, who has become a famous
painter. Perla was very sad that her daughter's work was too risqué for
it to be discussed amongst her own friends, but she felt that as a much
younger person, I would understand.

I made snúður, I'd been planning for it all week, and before Jonas
awoke, Perla, Patrick and I shared some as the washing machine huffed away
and the wet sheets and clothes fluttered and sprayed water over us, which
delighted Patrick, who giggled uncontrollably.

Jonas got ready by around lunch time, and he was in an unusually good
mood. He decided to have a barbeque in the evening, and called all our
friends home. He went out and bought the meats, we talked a lot, he told me
about how he missed our romance, and how he wanted Jonas to grow up to be a
race car driver when he grew up.  He even took me to his car, still in my
apron, and put Patrick on his lap and took us for a fast drive through the
nearby countryside.

In the afternoon, he knelt before me and promised never to drink again. We
were the happy, beautiful couple, and our friends who came by that evening
had a great time. And all the while, Jonas never touched a single drop of
alcohol.

At night, we made love in the grass outside the house, in the moonlight,
and spent, naked, we lay for hours under the stars.

Good Night."

"Let's find another yellow page!"

As we rifled through the pages, in the flash of an instant, I became blind.

As though God had turned out the lights, the world went black around me and
I screamed, in fear.

I felt Ano's hands gripping mine.

"What's happening?", he yelled over a thunderous crashing sound that came
rushing through the air.

"I can't see, I can't see", I cried.

"I can't either, just hold on. Wait. Wait. Calm down."

I was struggling to get free from him and rub my eyes, but held both my
hands tight.

Soon, a dim outline of his face formed in front of me. I blinked several
times, and fought the tears that came to my eyes, as I looked around and
found that I could see again.

After a few moments, he said "Can you see better now?"

"Yes", I said hugging him.

"What's happening?" he asked as he pushed me away from our embrace, and we
both cautiously stepped to the window.

Outside, it was night, dark, moonless.

We ran outside the house as quick as we could, and looked up at the sky
again. It was night, and the most fearsome night anyone could imagine. We
could just make out dark grey clouds in the sky. We heard some screams and
shouts coming in the direction of Ano's home.

I put on the camera flashlight on my phone, and we started running towards
Ano's home, through the grass fields.

About thirty feet later, a massive explosion of sound came crashing down on
us, throwing us on the ground and sucking the air of out my lunges.

I closed my eyes, tight, trying to breathe, and soon saw the lids of my
eyes turn bright red, and I opened my eyes to bright piercing sunlight,
which pricked my eyes like a million needles all at once.

I screamed in pain, shutting my eyes again, and cautiously opening them
when I heard a gasp for air. Ano was pulling me off the ground.  I could
barely hear what he said.

We were up and in a daze running through the field again, and through my
burnt, tear filled eyes, I caught a glimpse of someone running towards us.

As he reached us, another clap of the loudest sound I have ever heard hit
us, blackening the skies and plunging us into darkness.

I awoke to a burning sensation in my eyes. The pain seared through me, and
I heard a whisper in my ear.

"Don't open your eyes, my dear."

It was Ano's mother.

I felt a cold damp cloth placed over my eyes.

"Where is Ano? Is he ok?"

I felt a hand touch mine lightly.

"I'm here. Just don't open your eyes for a bit ok?"

I clutched his hands and cried out frantically.

"What is happening? What happened?"

"We don't know. Listen, you need to take a little of time with the cloth on
your eyes. Just trust me. We've called your parents. They will be here
soon."

"What's this in my hand? Is it a book?"

"It's Natalia's diary."

I smiled.

"Can you read from a yellow page for me?"

"Don't be childish, Tashu. Something crazy is going on with the weather,
it's still happening outside. We've closed the windows and doors. You need
to rest, I am going to talk to my father."

And with that he was gone, and thankfully, Ano's mother couldn't
differentiate the warm tears from Tashu's eyes mixing with the cold water
flowing down the sides of his face.