that seems to pick up more. But that was it. There was no more beat. No more of the blue- purple throb. Disappointed, she turns her head and faces Bob.
“No. Only reminiscing. Mr B was keeping me company.” She smiles. “Got startled by something. Guess it was a ghost.” She looks back into space.
“You never know, perhaps it’s the ghosts of Christmas past, paying you a visit. Cautioning you about your show tonight.” He regrets his words immediately.
“They can rest assured that nothing will go wrong. Last time was…” She doesn’t finish. Exhales loudly and sighs.
“An accident. That’s all.” He smiles.
“Yes, that is what it was. An accident.” She smiles and pats him on his knee.
“I checked everything. There should be no reason for concern. Come tonight, everyone will have a great time. You watch and see.”
“I’ll do my best not to bat my eyes too much,” she laughs loudly, “wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”
“That’s my girl.” He squeezes her hand.
“Tonight will be a night to remember. You’ll see.” “Promise?”
“I promise.” He kisses her hand. She smiles and then asks.
“Why haven’t you left yet? I must have been out here at least two hours.”
“Was about to leave when I saw you dancing with your mystery man. Got me jealous, you know. Had to come and make sure he knows who he needs to speak to first.”
“Mom would be so proud.”
He looks at her. Smiles confused.
“Go, Bob. Be with Sarah. I am fine. Thanks for all your help. I am sure tonight is going to be spectacular.”
“Alrighty, my dear. You be sure to get some rest. Don’t be playing the piano the whole day long; again. Rest. Okay.”
“Sure, dad. Good talking to ya.”
“Always a pleasure, Angel-face.” He stares at her a while. Gently squeezes her shoulder and then gets up and leaves.
She stares back at the tree, still wondering what it could have been.
ﻥ
12:15
The room is dark.
The paraffin lamp the only source of light. He throws his back-pack onto the floor and immediately goes to his dinosaur of a computer; switches it on.
While he waits for it to boot up, he fiddles in the back-pack. Removes a few polaroids from a plastic pouch. Scans through the pictures. Finds what he’s looking for. He removes a piece of paper from the back-pack and reads.
Name: Kimberly Amber-Jane Last name: UNKNOWN Location: UNKNOWN
Age: UNKNOWN
Medical report: Irreparable damage to both eyes. Other: Possible match
He looks at the headshot at the top of the page. The face matches the picture. It must be her.
“Blind?” He looks confused. “Can it be?” He shakes his head.
After almost ten minutes, the computer is finally done booting up. He gets onto the web and logs into his email account. While he waits for the new mail from his brother to open up, he clears the maps off the makeshift table. Cardboard on a few bricks.
The sweat irritates his eyes. He scans the room. In the corner by the door he gets the fan, the one his brother always made sure to bring with whenever they had to move. That was often.
They were everywhere.
The fan is weak, but it does bring some relief from the hot, humid air.
He sits on the concrete floor of the square room and wipes the sweat from his forehead as he starts reading his brother’s email.
Bro
Peace be with you.
I hope you are alright. Please. Be alright.
Been difficult to get to a safe house. Think I finally found one. Owner up and left to find greener pastures.
Really worried, bro. Can’t say too much. Not sure this will get to you either. They fried all my equipment.
Hope you are eating and getting exercise. Stay away from the it in the you know what. Found some bugs in the last I ate.
I have been mowing the lawn. Nearly only roots left. Can’t seem to get myself to stop. That frog keeps croaking up.
I will continue trying.
So far I have not been able to find others. But I will continue looking. There has to be someone. I have to believe that others survived too. We can’t be the only ones. There must be others.
I miss you, bro. Only God knows how much.
It’s tough to stay clear headed. Not sure if the hoodies work, but it’s worth a shot. I don’t think it’s only the breeze though. But I won’t say much more. I’ll tell you once I have found out more. The base is nearby.
Soon.
When the clock hits noon, be sure to sing that tune. That’s all that matters. Don’t hesitate when I tell you to fall.
Thanks again for the great music. It inspires me to stay strong. Feels like you’re here with me. Had a couple of dreams about you. Felt real. When you were a kid. Mom brought you to me. You were but a baby. Then a bit older. All you wanted to do was hug me. I let you. The last I can’t remember. You were standing on top of a tower. It looked like a power plant.
I’m trying not to be sad. It is difficult. Not sad for myself. But, you know.
:(
It’s all bad.
Don’t worry, bro. God will help us. The recovery has already begun. I can feel it. Don’t lose faith.
As long as you love me. Pray. Believe.
Be alright.
I wish we had another place. Merry Christmas
Love
Cody
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