Birds of Passage

I haven’t created or, shall I say, transferred stories in over five years. I recently felt the need to write about the status quo and how abrupt change is dealt with.
PLAY.

 “We’re almost there” said Robin to Jay as they paced closer to camp.
Their legs were trembling in unison to the chirping of the crickets. The trees were providing a canopy – letting only small glimmers of light through. A crack suddenly halted the calm ambience of the wild life in the forest. Robin stopped and clenched Jay’s arm.
“Did you hear that?” Robin said with a sudden gasp.
It seemed they were bound for trouble. Months ago, it was pleasant; they were just two cousins wandering into the Forest. It was frowned upon to go out unaccompanied by a mistress. Having a mistress was the normal thing to do, but Jay and Robin were anything but normal. They never liked the idea of working in the mines with the other men. They never liked to play sports. They spent their childhoods fondling through their mother’s drawers. Jay was tall with big blue eyes and a slightly crooked nose. He would often decline a warm invitation from the myriad of mistresses that patrolled the streets. It didn’t make sense. Robin had the same reaction – he would shake his stout head and head the other direction carrying his small frame with him. They were told they were two different people – suited for different tasks. Jay was supposed to be a mechanic, his height proved perfect for reaching and fixing the big mining equipment. Robin was born to hold a pickaxe and break apart rocks.
The boys had met up, right before their graduation through the Academy – they met in the bathrooms. Jay had told Robin he had something important to tell him.
“Listen Rob, Superior Adama scares the hell out of me. She’s going to hand us our tools and send us to two different mines, I’m sure of it” whispered Jay through the bathroom stall.
“Yeah probably – we need to run cousin – let’s go to my brother’s camp. It’s about an hour trek from here” answered Jay.
It seemed like a good idea – they would ditch the graduation and never come back. Adama – with her muscular arms would never be able to catch them.
“They’ll send the dogs after us” said Jay in a bland tone.
He knew that they would be chased – he knew that the mistresses would be after them. Sure it was an hour away but they won’t ever have a moment of peace. The mistresses were bred to chase criminals and degenerates. They had two other important tasks; to manage the town and keep the men happy. The miners had one sole goal – to work in order that the mistresses had enough resources to keep the town running.
“Let’s just go – I don’t like the mistresses. As long as we’re together, everything will be fine” said Robin as he opened the bathroom stall.
He handed Jay his backpack and they went on their way. They snuck through the Academy and climbed over the fence that separated them from the Forest.  They ran for the first twenty minutes in hope that they would lose any potential followers. They came across a statue that was in the middle of a bog. It had slime splattered all across it and pieces missing.
“That’s two men hugging, Jay” said Robin in astonishment.
Both were dumbfounded – they didn’t feel tired all of a sudden.
They looked at each other and smiled.  “Let’s go for a swim, Rob.”
Holding hands they both entered the water – the plants sticking to their naked skin. They awoke hours later and prepared to head out again. They regained their sense of direction and headed off. They heard the distant sound of mining equipment shattering rocks. They were close to the camp and then a crack. Another followed suite and they found themselves surrounded by a group of 5 women wearing white gowns and veils filled with lace. They were holding stones that resembled the same color of the statue.
“What you have done is an aberration. It is a crime against yourselves and your society” hissed one of them.
They had found out – they had seen them at the statue. There was no escape – Jay and Robin looked into each other’s desperate eyes. Stones were flung. The forest fell silent.
PAUSE.
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