Bazi
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Soon the welcoming committee showed up with their stoic scowls and parang to decide if I was profitable or a scallywag to be run off or worse, boiled into pig feed.
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He was a half bubble out of level and probably off his meds again. I didn’t plan on shooting him. I liked him. I was just going to roll with it. Two soldiers with too much brain pain and nightmares to not be disposable drove down the road quoting lines from Hitch Hikers Guide to…
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Under the shaded canopy, I skipped along on the twisted roots of towering trees. Giant roots, like arthritic fingers, intertwined to hold the forest to the steep bank of boulders, clay, and eons of leaf litter decomposed into a rich and nourishing soil.
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A solid gold lace cover of light bathed the countryside as the sun rose behind me. In the valley, fog flowed like a river from the highlands toward the southern tail of the Great Dragon.
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My strange desire to live alone in the great grandfather forest overtook me again. I felt genuinely free owing nothing but my life to myself. Equally strange was my desire to share this life with someone who would love it as much as I. I knew that was not possible, but the ache never left…
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Hector (not his real name) was a strong man physically and mentally. He had the one weakness of a man condemned to noble work too difficult and unstable to raise a family. Hector liked unattached girls who would take care of his personal needs and logistics.
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When confronted with the loss of a loved one, we prefer the bitter truth to a life of not knowing why they disappeared from our life.
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Love knows no boundaries in this short story of two cultures colliding.
Hyperion Sky 