XXXIV - Clara
Clara
watched the reunion from a high place where the rafters were exposed and the
air was filled with cobwebs and dust.
She lay there, perfectly still, barely breathing, just leaning out a
little so she could see what was going on.
And she was smiling too, of course, inside and out.
The woman
was just letting Josh go and they were asking questions, of course they
were. She had told him that that would
happen, that they’d wonder where he’d been, but that he didn’t need to worry,
he could just make something up and they’d believe him because why wouldn’t
they? What else could he have been
doing? She let her smile broaden and
felt the wetness building between her legs as she remembered exactly what they
had been doing.
For his first time – and surely
it was his first time – the boy had been pretty good. He was in good shape and what he kept between his own legs was
nice enough, long enough. He did fine
and even though it was all part of his initiation, she had needed it a little
as well. It helped to rid some of the
tension.
Tonight was the big night, and
this time nothing was going to get in the way of the second coming of Christ.
Down below the questions had
ceased and everything seemed to be settling down. Josh was making suggestions, about where they should go and what
they needed to do. She had given him
the basics, all he had had to do was make it sound convincing enough. Head for the kirk, she had told him, it’ll
all be happening there, and he had nodded and smiled and traced his fingers
around her nipple, but he had listened, of that she was sure. He had definitely listened.
“You really think there’s going
to be anything in the city centre for us now?”
the woman was asking, “why not just stay here. We’re safe here.”
“Less than an hour ago I was
being attached by a mist monster in the courtyard! Nowhere is safe, so we should keep moving.”
“For once I agree with the boy,”
the old man added, stepping in, “I don’t think we’ll find any authorities there
any more. I understand that, but the
city centre is where it all began and… maybe, just maybe we’ll find something there
that can help us end this nightmare.”
“But why us? Why should we have to stop it?”
“Because there won’t be anyone
else,” the little boy chirped, “there’s only us.”
Almost, Clara thought,
but you’re not as alone as you think you are.
“Fine,” the woman replied, “let’s
just get moving then if we’re moving. I’m
tired and tired of talking. Maybe when
we get to the centre we can find somewhere to rest for a while.”
“Maybe,” Josh said, then turned
and started to lead the way, taking the route Clara had shown him not ten
minutes before, the only way out past the barriers.
She waited, then, until the
footsteps had faded away and the fog began to thicken beneath her and then, as
it rose in tendrils to caress her cool skin and envelope her in a vaporous
embrace, she started to pray.
Ave Margarita…
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