Short Story Saturday!

I was changing the country that i'm in. and suddenly everything just gone back 12 hours back. haha. Now all my post are in Thursday haha. I thought i was making a Friday post when i'm actually posting the last post. A bit of a De Javu moment there.

Anyway let's continue. I guess you guys now would be looking at my blog a day earlier each day. I actually write my blog the night before it is posted. so......... here goes.

Here is a short story i've written a couple of days earlier. I thought Since the weekend is coming, what's better to start the day with a bit of a story reading?

So here Goes! ***** Homosexuality Tendency Alert!****

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Saturday April 20, 1940

Me and Papa just came back to the cottage from the field. It's a great day, spring is in the air, the moon is bright, the mountain side and the cliffs reflected a curtain of grayish velvet. Looks just like a waterfall of shiny silver magma flowing from the sky above to the field below. The side hill leading up the cliffs just filled with fully bloomed wild primrose of the spring. It is a great day.

"Alex, Go and put all the Shuffle into the barn and come have dinner." "Yea, Papa!" I answer. I was walking towards the barn, crossing the Store House where Papa and Monsieur Gillespie teaches me to piant.

I light up the lantern on the side wall of the barn cos the night is getting darker, and it's getting hard to see my way even with the half full moon light. As I was walking towards to the barn door, I saw that the barn door was opened. It's strange, we never kept the barn door open to avoid wild wolves from running in to the goats and horses. Walking slowly toward the door, raising the shuffle in my hand....... The barn was strangely quiet, no clicking of any hooves, no quaking of any of the duck......

when i reach the door, there's a stripe of handprint by blood drag across the door to the lock. That's when i realise that there's a trail of blood on the floor leading from the other side of the barn. I walk cautionly into the barn, opening the door softly so that i won't alert anything that is inside. I heard the harsh breathing of the horses inside.......

the blood trail have stop at the barn door....... as i was looking inside the barn there's nothing strange inside. the horses and the goats is fine. the duck is in the duckling house me and papa build a couple of years ago.

I went inside and put the shuffle in the tools stored corner of the barn.

Then I saw it out of the corner of my eyes, right beside the horses, there's a pair of muddy feet. I pick up the holves knife and walk over to the comparment and there I see it / him. He is lying on the old hay lay down from last fall...... He have an angelic face, laying there calmly, both his hand on the left side of his waist, there I saw the bloody working cloth i use to wipe the knife in the barn. I approach him and saw his chest heaving.... He's breathing, but he doesn't seem right... he's muttering something, then only i knew the blood stain of the cloth is still wet, they are still dripping......

I quickly ran back to the kitchen and yell at Pap and Monsieur Gillespie along the way. They met me half way from the cottage and I told them about the stranger I saw in the barn. They hastily follow me to the barn, Monsieur Gillespie still holding his kitchen knife in one hand and a table cloth on the other.

When we were there, Papa examine the boy. He say he have been stab, Monsieur Gillespie throw away the knife he's holding and quickly carried the boy back to the cottage kitchen. the steady silent night now filled with hast and running feet. Louis lay him in the kitchen's bedroom. "Alex go and get a lot of clean cloth, get me the sewing box from Mama's room, and Louis boil some hot water from the kitchen."

I ran up to mama's old room. I've never come in here after mama passed away last year. I found the box in the the closet and ran back down stair.

Papa clean the wound with the hot water and burning the needle with a candle and he start sewing his wound. we have to hold his arm so that he won't struggle and hurt himself. Papa finish with a nod at the end of the stitches and as papa and Louis walk out the room to discuss i meant to follow but his hand is grabbing mine so tight i can't break free.

"Alex, you take care of him for tonight. We'll take turn. the stab didn't hurt any of the organ. It's just a flesh wound but He'll get infection for the next couple of days. Use the rest of the cloth to clean him. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

I pick up a clean cloth, wet it with the new batch of boil water, and start taking his blood stained shirt and pants off. He have a lean body, muscled in the right way, I thought in my heart, he must be one of the boy from the mountain. as i was cleaning his body, he groan a bit when i clean around his wound, which makes me very careful and wipe his body softly, scared that i would hurt him in some way.

He started to groan a lot and sometimes started to mutter word that cannot be recognize. His infection is making his body burning like an oven, he constantly sweat all over and i have to wipe it off every couple of hours. It's hard to force him to drink. I have to feed him soup and water with a spoon.

After 2 days of groaning and fever he finally settle down. The fever is gone and the wound, Papa said, is healing very well. As I was walking off out of the room, I glance back at him and realise something. I haven't been touching my paint brush for the past couple of days and i've never drawn a human body before, Luois and Papa is the only one at home, and Luois just arrange fruits and pans everytime when he teaches me to draw.

so I quickly ran to the store house and grab some coal and paper and back into the room. I started drawing. begin from the his face to his half covered body. he have the most handsome faces I have ever seen. Tender and strong, A few strain of his light golden brown hair lay across his face, his arm is of the right length, well toned, a couple of scar here and there. His chest heaving steadily with his breathing, slightly brown skin covered his well defined body reflecting with a bit of golden brightness from the sunlight shining in from the window. It's the perfect picture of a fallen angel. without any haste and retouching i've finish my drawing. After making sure that he is alright. i go into the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am so facinated by his body, I can't stop drawing him. I go into his room with a drawing board everyday. Luois and Papa say I should just stay home and take care of him. he and Luois will do double duty to take care of the crop. I've also learn a few tricks in cooking while Luois is in the kitchen for the past year. Bossing him and making trouble in the kitchen everytime he want to start cooking. I'm incharge of dinner now.

Then I was thinking, though I have clean his body plenty of times. I have never touch his skin before. I slowly walk across to the bed. I started touching his face. he have a soft skin, firm as his lean body would suggest. Crossing his neck, there's a scar beside the right colar bone, I've notice it everytime i draw him, wondering how he get a scar so close to his veins and could it be the same kind of wound he have now. then i reaches to his arms, his shoulder strong and arms long, lean, well muscled, I'm sure that the person he holds will feel safe in his arms, and the i reaches across to the stomach, the well tones muscle heave and shadow with his breathing. and that wound stiches clearly visible. and when i lay my hand on his chest, feeling his calm breathing, i felt a rush of blood to my face. I don't know why. I have never felt this way with Papa or Luois. I'm shock and intrigue by this strange feeling. I can't move my eyes away from his angelic face nor my hand from his chest, my whole body are fixed perplex in that moment. Then without a warning, I saw him opening his eyes. His crystal blue eyes, staring at me with that soft tenderness yet strong gaze. I was shocked. I don't know what to do and i run out of the room. standing beside the door. He called out to me. I look back inside, he was trying to get up. "No, No, don't move, you'll hurt yourself." I rush back into the room and hold him and lay him back onto the bed. We stare at each others eyes for a while.

"Merci." He said. "Where am I?" "My house." I said. "You are hurt and came to our home about a week ago.". "Si." He answer. He doesn't look surprise as i thought he would react. Yet I saw a faint shadow of tears on the side of his eyes. "I am Samuel. I came down from the hill forest. My family stay there. They are all gone."

I don't know how to react. I know something bad must have happen but I don't know what to say."They killed my father and my brother when they fight back. and they thought they killed me too. I ran away when they are gone.". Losing my mom is hard enough to process for me, I can't imagine losing a whole family. "Who are they?" I asked. "They are run awayed German soldier. they have no place to go. So my father take them in. but they betrayed him, betrayed his trust and lock us in the storeroom for days. We fight back one day and they killed them." He continue, "I've been in the forest for a couple of days. not knowing where to go. then I saw this house and I go into the barn...... "

"Well, You are alright now." Finally I know what to say, "You just take a rest."

"What are you doing just now?" Suddenly I felt the rush of blood in my face again. I saw the drawing board, I pick it up and said, anxiously,"I was drawing you."."Oh, do I look good in it?" He reaches for the drawing and i give it to him. He look at it, "I look like this just now?" "Yes" I hastily answer. "Well, I look better in the drawing, you can draw me anytime you want." I blush again, so I turn away and say,"Si!" As I want to walk away. He grab my hand, and pull me to sit on the bed. His hand holding the back of my head, we are face to face, and he kissed me on the lips. I have never been kissed before, my heart was pounding so hard I cannot feel anything at all. "Merci!" He said. I look at him speechless, I don't know what I'm feeling nor what just happen. "Thank you for taking care of me, I can feel you around me these past days. I'm just too weak. I also don't know what is this. I feel the same way when you just touch me.",He said."Merci!"

To be Continue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am very Tempted to write a sex scene after that but now it's just too soon.

Although the story is a bit old, being in the world war 2. but it is inspired by mordern real story. The real story is not as dramatic. Drawing involved, taking care of a young friend is relatively in the range, and that's what happen one day. The Last bit of the story. So here It is. The story may continue. it may not. I don't know. We'll see.