Posted by:
ziller
(
)
Date: March 01, 2023 12:07PM
ziller’s first night at the RfM compound was kind of like summer camp in the boy scouts ~
or maybe it was a bit more like high school days when friends would head down to galveston island and camp on the beach ~
all the ex-mos were just hanging out ~
some exmo had a guitar ~
there was barbeque and a camp fire ~
the night air was carrying a nice sea breeze ~
and the star-lit sky looked like someone had spilled salt across a black silk table cloth ~
all the exmos were sitting around and talking ~
enjoying a drink or a smoke and the companionship ~
all the exmos seemed to know each other ~
all the exmos seemed to know what to do ~
ziller wandered around the compound self-consciously exchanging smiles and nods an trying to see where to fit in ~
ziller entertained the idea of just slipping off to a bunker to sleep sure that nobody would notice ~
off in the distance ziller saw summer lightning reflecting off the low-lying clouds followed by a sound of thunder ~
some exmo yelled ~
“incoming!” ~
and all the exmos started moving real fast ~
earlier that day there had been a brief orientation ~
part of that orientation included some simple information like where the latrine and bunkers were ~
ziller managed to find a bunker and climb down in there with all the other exmos ~
the bunker was dark and quiet ~
the dusty air was sweet with sweat ~
the sound of ziller’s heart drumming in his ear holes gave way to the sound of the breathing of the exmos around about ~
then the explosions interrupted the quiet ~
the explosions were not too close ~
but close enough ~
grains of sand sifted through the ceiling onto the heads of the sheltering apostates and all was quiet again ~
there in the quiet some exmo asked ~
“where is that new guy ziller?” ~
“here” ~
that was that ~
there was not anything more to it ~
the quiet flooded back in as the exmos awaited more explosions ~
ziller will never forget that little exchange there in the dark ~
here is this apostate named ziller that nobody knew anything about ~
no exmo owed ziller anything ~
it wasn’t any exmo’s job to look after ziller ~
it is hard to put the right word to it ~
caring is too big a word ~
compassionate isn’t the right word either ~
maybe it is just that there in the dark ~
there in the silence ~
there in the loneliness ~
some exmo even bothered to ask ~
¸¸><((((º> ¸.•´¯`•.¸¸><((((º>¸.•´¯`•.¸¸><((((º>¸.•´¯`•.¸¸