Kody Boye - Sunrise

Am I really though? he thought. Am I really?

He was not a practical God. Given the task of making life in such a bleak situation, he could easily fail. With so few seeds and so many people to feed, the odds seemed stacked against him. There was no Atlas to carry the world, no Iris to offer the rain, no Gaia to protect the innocent. There was nothing, he knew. He was all alone.

“Dakota?”

He turned his eyes up. Steve stood nearby, hands in his pockets and bare arms glorious in the white undershirt he wore. “Steve?”

“Everything ok?”

“Everything’s fine,” he said.

“You were gone a long time last night,” Steve said, stepping forward. “Did something happen?”

No, Dakota thought, but simply shook his head. “Like I said, everything’s fine.”

“Something happened last night, Koda. Don’t lie to me.”

“Not now, please.”

“No one’s going to hear us,” Steve said, stepping up to the window to examine the terrarium Dakota had just set up. “Neat.”

“You wanna help me?”

“What do I do?”

“Cut a plastic bottle in half, fill it with fertilizer, put seven or eight seeds in a few holes an inch apart, then tape the top half of the bottle to the bottom half.”

“Got it.”

Steve took place beside him. A box-cutter in hand, he excised a milk jug’s upper half and began to fill its guts, eyes complacent and hands steady. “So,” he said, poking the holes in the dirt. “Dish.”

“He told me no one’s ever done anything that nice for him since his mom threw him a surprise birthday last year.”

“Is his mom gone?”

“She was staying on a base. He thinks she’s still alive.”

“He asked about your parents, didn’t he?”

“He did.”

“And?”

“I told him the truth.”

“Nothing more than you can do than that.” Steve wrapped an arm around Dakota’s side. “It’s tough, bud.”

“I know.”

“I miss my mom and dad all the time. Then again, I had it a little differently than you. Late baby and all.”

“Are you glad that they didn’t have to go through this?”

“You have no idea.”

“When he first said it,” Dakota began, “I started thinking about how it might feel to not know if your mom was safe or if she’d been killed. I didn’t cry, but I did blink a tear out.”

“You’re a good man, Dakota. There’s not many people who have such a kind heart.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

“No problem. Try to cheer up. You can’t worry about what you don’t know.”

“I guess,” Dakota said.

He didn’t bother to mention how hard that actually was.

The day came and went as though it had never happened. One moment it was light, then it was dark. By the time dinner rolled around, Dakota’s nerves were on fire and the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end.

“What’s your problem?” Steve whispered, seating himself at the table.

“N-nothing,” he managed. “Just cold.”

The excuse was not likely to work. Though the rain had continued through the night and partially into the morning, it hadn’t continued past midday, when the dark clouds had parted for the rays of golden sunlight. To say it was cold was an overstatement. If anything, it was only partially chilly.

And that’s not because of the weather, Dakota thought.

A lump appeared, then disappeared in his throat as he swallowed.

A door opened downstairs and a pair of footsteps echoed up into the hallway.

“Ah,” the sergeant said, nodding as Private Roberts, in military fatigues, and Corporal Marks, in civilian casual, appeared. “Pleasure to see you, gentlemen.”

“Yes sir,” they both responded.

Dakota wrapped a hand around a cup of water to still his trembling wrist.

You’re going to look like an idiot if you keep doing that.

“I have a cold, that’s what I’ll say.”

“Evening, Dakota,” Jamie said. He smiled, reached forward and wrapped his fingers around the brim of the fold-out chair beside him. “Care if I sit here?”

“No,” he managed, coughing out the word. “Go ahead.”

“Something up?” Steve asked as Jamie seated himself.

“No.”

“Just making sure.”

“Now that everyone’s here,” the sergeant said, standing, “I’d like to propose a brief moment of silence.”

“Sir?” Private Roberts said.

“A moment of silence, Private Roberts, for the men and women who have died in our country.” A chorus of agreement went up around the table. Armstrong raised his hands to silence the voices, then bowed his head and closed his eyes.

Every head at the table fell forward.

Dakota closed his eyes.

What do I do? he thought. Pray?

Whoever said one had to pray during a moment of silence?

Content with the logic behind his notion, he laced his fingers together and breathed in, then out. In the moments that followed, a stream of thoughts entered his mind and blossomed over his darkened vision. First came charity, for her grace of life and her sparkling-red flowers, then came justice with his blue robes and equal ways. White came next, with its pure form and its straight edges, but did little to brighten the stars shining amongst the sky. He felt Jamie breathing at his side and tried to push his anger at the sergeant aside, but couldn’t.

His hand fell. It landed on top of the corporal’s.

“Excuse me,” he whispered, pulling his hand aside.

Jamie tilted his hand up and laced their fingers together.

“Lord,” the sergeant began, “we thank you for the gifts that You have given us, for the lives that You have saved and the grace that You have offered. We offer You our prayers in these dark times and ask that you pity us for the mistakes that we may make. We are only mortal. Amen.”

“Amen,” Dakota said.

Dakota raised his eyes.

When his and Jamie’s gazes met, the man’s lips parted in a smile.

Their fingers broke apart just as Desmond approached with dinner.

“So,” Steve said, seating himself on his cot. “What was up with you tonight?”

“Honestly?” Dakota asked.

“Honestly,” Steve replied.

“I was nervous.”

“About what?”

“Dinner. It didn’t help when Jamie sat down beside me.”

“Why not?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall.

Dakota looked down at his hand. “I set my hand on top of Jamie’s and he laced our fingers together.”

“You a fag?” Ian asked from his corner. Both Steve and Dakota looked over at him.

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me that,” Dakota replied. “But yeah, I am, if that’s what you mean.”

“I don’t care. And sorry. No harm intended.”

“None taken.”

“So you guys had a bromance going there,” Steve chuckled. “That’s something.”

“It wasn’t a bromance,” Dakota sighed. “It was…well…I don’t know. This is why I don’t tell you anything!”

“I’m not making fun of you, Dakota. If anything, I think it’s cool that the corporal’s not afraid to show a little affection. It takes a big man to do that.”

“I guess,” Dakota shrugged.

Steve raised an eyebrow. Dakota knew what was coming before it even came out of Steve’s mouth. “You like him,” his friend said, “don’t you?”

“What’s not to like?” he asked.

“Suit yourself, bud.”

“Might not be best to cuddle up to a military guy,” Ian said, stripping his shirt over his head. “Don’t want to get yourself any unwanted attention.”

“You don’t think anyone would do anything to him, do you?” Steve asked.

“I know guys like the deputies. Well, used to, anyway. Let me tell you, they were some mean motherfuckers.”