(Note – This is Chapter 3 of the story. See chapter 1. Note 2 – the viewpoints of Jesk are purposefully disturbing.)
The stars were bright and crystal clear. The majestic form of the Milky Way stood out forming the perfect backdrop for the towering peaks of the high mountains. The air was filled with summer nighttime sounds of the song of crickets. A loon call, lonely, like a spirit calling from a different world, echoed across the landscape. A cool, fragrant breeze blew in off of the mountains.
Jesk thought about getting under the warm covers, but he actually enjoyed the goosebumps that rose up on his body. It was a feeling that pushed beyond his bland comfort zone where he spent 99.9% of his life, and yet it was safe and familiar. He felt alive. He reached over and patted the bed beside him.
For a moment he wished Thara was there lying next to him in the bed, not for sex, but for shared warmth and companionship.
He quickly grew angry, first at himself, but since he could never be angry at himself for long, at Thara. What was she thinking, telling him what she was going to do and telling him, actually telling him, what he should do as well?
The goosebumps went away and he began to sweat in his angry heat. Continue reading