The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #22 (A part of my novel)

Early next morning, on the distant hill overlooking Kiskadee village, the sound of a rooster was heard signaling the start to another day.

Merry, her face turned to the wall, used a hand to block a ray of sunlight coming in through a crack. Her eyes burned.  Heat rested on both her eyelids.  She saw red.

Her heart skipped for a moment, behind her was a hiss.  Then warm air flowed down her back.

She remained quiet for a while.  Her body stiffened; not an arm or a leg moved.  Her breathing slowed.

She smiled, “Hey!”  She knew that scent.

She massaged the back of her neck, and then pushed against the warm body.

“When did you get in, darling?”

“I, ah—.”

“I am so sorry, but,” she robbed her eyes, “I must have fallen asleep.  Did you find the dogs?” Merry muttered.

“They are fine; they may have wondered and gotten lost.”

“Oh, those poor things.”

“I got them back.”

“I know, but still.  Wondering around in that cold dark forest.”

“They are accustom Merry, they are hunters.”

“Well, I guess,” she said.  The concern didn’t leave her voice.

Last night, after he left, she reminded herself of why he had to leave.

“I found them a bit north east from here.  Came back home about three o’ clock this morning.”

“Wow, that was late.”

“Found you sitting at the table with your head in your hands, fast asleep.”

“I am so sorry, dear.”

“You had a long day Merry.”

Toney hugged his wife in bed.

Jason came into the room, “What’s for breakfast, mom?”  He bellowed, his forehead frowned

“Good morning Jason!”  Toney yelled, thumping at the wall close to his head.

“No, Toney.  He is our son and he is hungry.  Son, tell your father that you’re sorry!”

Toney placed both palms over his face and breath gently into them.

“I am sorry man, I mean dad,” Jason mumbled.

Toney waved his right hand to him, as if to say, you should leave the room now.

“I am coming son,” Merry made her way out of bed.  “I will make you and your father something to eat.”

Toney pulled at her arm as she climbed over him.  “Merry where are you  going?”

“I am out of here,” Jason wagged his head and made his way from before the bedroom door.

“Sweetheart, I should be up any way.”

He released her hand.  Flat on his back he laid facing the ceiling, “Go on.”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.  Besides, we can get an early start on the day.”

“You mean get on with the decorations.”

She chuckled, “You know, I didn’t have that in my mind, but thanks for reminding me.”

“Yeah right, you, not remembering?”

“Anyway,” she togged at his wrist, “time for you to rise and shine yourself.”

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #19 (A part of my novel)

He looked at the watch around his wrist, one he had bought a few hours earlier.  “Well, its late people,” he said.  “Time to jump in bed, we had a very long day.”

His wife chuckled.  “Come on dear, no one is tired yet.”

“That’s not what those beautiful eyes are saying, I can see sleep all over that face.”

“One more minute, I need to make some more curtain rods.  Where are the rest of the strings I brought inside this evening?”

“I will go to a shop tomorrow morning and get some real curtain rods for you.  But now, sleep time.”  He made for a few feet away from her.

“Okay, I guess I can handle this some other time then.”

“I’ll be in soon, after feeding the dogs.”

“Jason, you heard your father, go wash up in the barrel outside and go to bed.”

Jason pretended to not hear his mother for a few seconds, but jumped to his feet as his father approached the door way.

***

“Here boys, it’s getting late.  Where are you?”  Toney called out to the two dogs.

Standing outside, the woods played him a festive song.  He felt a sense of newness, and purpose to his life.

Back on Dow Island, Toney had three dogs he used for hunting.  When he was about to leave, he sold the lead dog to another hunter.  He did not need it anymore.  But more so, he did not want to cripple it.  It was getting old, and knew the forest back on the island better.  It was the best hunting dog he ever had.

Buck was its name.

Buck was used to train the other two dogs, Vic and Blacks, who came on the journey.  Vic was the youngest, and always had to prove his spot in the pack.

Toney whistled loudly, piecing the cold air.  He expected his dogs to respond.  Yet, for several minutes, could hear nothing other than the forest creatures whistling back.

Some distance around, he saw a few houses.  There, light beamed from their windows, like eyes, but not enough to provide any help to him.

At that moment, under his breath, Toney reminded himself of the vow he made.  No one will be left behind to fend for themselves, and that included his dogs. These dogs were part of his family.

Many nights in the past, Toney’s dogs alerted him to dangers on the hunting trails.  Once, Blacks even placed himself between a venomous snake and his master.  Itself it offered as a sacrifice, so its master could escape death.  Remembering this, Toney went into the house, placed a slipper on his feet, took his machete out of the case and headed back to the front door.

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #15 (A part of my novel)

“Sarah, she sleeps with you?”  A whisper broke the silence.

Shelly released the grip she had on the kitchen towel, used to dust the bread crumbs into a plate she held at the corner of the table.  She straightened her back and turned to him.  Just shaking her head at him, then looking down at the work she was doing.

“Sarah, our daughter, Shelly, I don’t know her…twelve years is a long time.”  Deo’s eyes glazed as the lamp’s light in the centre of the table beat against his face.

Shelly moved closer to him, as if to hug him, but stopped short.  He looked at her, hesitated, but then threw his right hand around her neck, pulling her closer to him.  As Shelly cried softly against his chest, he turned his head and looked out through the window and into the dark distance.

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #15 (A part of my novel)

“Sarah, she sleeps with you?”  A whisper broke the silence.

Shelly released the grip she had on the kitchen towel, used to dust the bread crumbs into a plate she held at the corner of the table.  She straightened her back and turned to him.  Just shaking her head at him, then looking down at the work she was doing.

“Sarah, our daughter, Shelly, I don’t know her…twelve years is a long time.”  Deo’s eyes glazed as the lamp’s light in the centre of the table beat against his face.

Shelly moved closer to him, as if to hug him, but stopped short.  He looked at her, hesitated, but then threw his right hand around her neck, pulling her closer to him.  As Shelly cried softly against his chest, he turned his head and looked out through the window and into the dark distance.

 

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