Saturday, March 30, 2013

Wind in White Birch - Issue # 13

Hello all! My name is V.L. Locey.  I am a self-published and traditionally published author that lives in the mountains of Pennsylvania with my husband of over twenty-one years, my seventeen year old daughter, a herd of dairy goats, chickens, geese, ducks, turkeys, two dogs, two cats, and a partridge in a pear tree. For more info about me and contact links, check out the author bio tab up above.


Enough about me, let`s get back to Wind in White Birch and our lovers Jonah and Dana.


 




Wind in White Birch

By

V.L. Locey

Issue Thirteen

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Remember that song by Stevie Wonder about everything being alright, uptight and out of sight?  That was how I felt on the drive back to Andy`s doublewide. I was falling. I knew it and I just couldn`t seem to stop it. I would peek at Jonah through my lashes, trying not to let him see me admiring him. He would always feel my eyes upon him though. His lips would tweak up at the corners before he`d wink. I`d turn away flustered, making him chuckle. God above, the drive home was wonderful! Pulling into the driveway at dusk we discovered the place had cleared out. I had a niggle of worry about Rhett that didn`t disappear until I found him and three of Andy`s grandsons sprawled over the living room furniture watching a movie.
“Hey, Mom, guess what?!” Rhett called, sitting with a huge bowl of popcorn on his lap. Every lad had their own food trough on their thighs. Between the explosions on the TV, the sounds of young men hooting at said explosions, and the crunching of cheese puffs, potato chips, and corn chips slathered with salsa, I could barely hear my son.
“What?!” I shouted. Jonah flopped down next to a lad of perhaps ten or eleven on the couch. A tussle over corn chips broke out. It ended when I gave Jonah my best schoolmarm look of disapproval.
“That`s Optimus Prime, Mom!” 
Ah. So the movie was about those robots Rhett likes so much. I wasn`t sure I was too keen on him watching something with so many explosions. Jonah got to his feet, gathered my hand in his then led me into the kitchen. Andy was sitting with a newspaper spread across the table and a large magnifying glass in hand. He smiled at us as we entered.
“Coffee`s fresh and I think there`s some food left,” the elder Big Deer waved his glass in the general direction of the refrigerator.
“Thanks, I`m starved.” Jonah helped me out of my coat then threw his black wool duster and my parka on the back of a kitchen chair. I availed myself of the coffee while Jonah rummaged then microwaved a plate of food. I was seated across from Andy when Jonah joined us a few minutes later.
“Meatball?” he asked, holding one out to me on a fork. I shook my head.
“No thanks, we ate at the carnival, remember?”
“That was just a hot dog,” the man replied then attacked the meatball.
“See anything new at the carnival?” Andy asked, scouring the sports section bent over his glass. Jonah mumbled something with a full mouth that might have been no. I sipped my coffee, enjoying the heat now creeping into my cold toes.
“Nah,” Jonah said between bites, “Nothing like the gathering every year.”
“What gathering?” I asked as the boys cheered the good robots on.
“We hold a powwow at the casino every summer. Lots of fun,” Andy muttered, lifting his eyes from the paper to me. “We dance, sell crafts, try to teach our ways to those who come.”
“You dance?” I asked Jonah.
He bobbed his head. “Sometimes,” he said then pulled a paper towel across his mouth. “I compete in the drums every year. My sister and her friends, they dance.  The kids too,” he added. "Andy used to until he broke his hip.”
“Wow, that sounds fantastic,” I smiled, envisioning all the sights this powwow must hold.
“You`ll love it,” Jonah said, shoveling macaroni salad in.
I felt all sorts of toasty knowing he was so sure we`d still be together when the days were long and hot. From his mouth to God`s ears. We chatted about the powwow until Jonah`s appetite was slaked. Then we tidied up and joined the boys for the rest of the movie. It seemed that Julia`s boys were spending the night, which pleased Rhett to no end. Bath time went amazingly smoothly. No yelling, threatening or temper tantrums. Andy said ‘Go bathe’ and my son ran off to bathe.
                We slid another movie in, a romantic comedy that made the boys twitch and run off for their shared bathroom. The night moved along in soft laughter. Before I knew it Andy was pushing to his feet for bed.
“Say goodnight, Jonah,” Andy mumbled as he and his cane shuffled off. I looked over at the man sitting at my side with his arm draped casually around my neck.
“Goodnight Jonah,” the wise ass said.
Andy grunted loudly as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. With a sigh of resignation we walked to the front door hand in hand. I felt like I was back in high school. I went into his embrace as if I had always been there. Up on my toes I met him halfway. He whispered across my lips, something in Seneca that I didn`t understand. Then he kissed me tenderly yet deeply. My hands linked behind his head. He shifted me slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath when my stomach ground against his erection. A guttural sound erupted from the man that turned my spine to liquid. His hands moved up and down my back, one slid under my shirt. His fingertips danced over the knobs of my spine. I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck.
“Say goodnight, Jonah,” Andy called from somewhere in the back of the house. I jerked back so quickly I cracked my head on a picture hanging by the front door. Jonah caught it before it hit the floor.
With a bemused smile he hung the oil back on the nail, kissed me swiftly then stepped out into the cold. I smiled like a simpering dolt then closed the door on him.
“That boy is harder to get rid of then a bad case of poison ivy,” Andy commented from behind me.
“He forgot his coat,” I said, sliding the chain lock into place.
“Yeah, I figure he`ll be warm enough without it,” Andy Big Deer said with a naughty chortle then offered me his arm. I blushed all the way to my bedroom.

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2 comments:

  1. lol I want to say goodnight to Jonah LOL

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  2. I get the feeling Jonah didn`t want to leave. =)

    Thanks for the read Cat!

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