Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2022 13:03:59 -0500 From: Eric Murphey Subject: The Premonition Part 21 Gay adult youth Everyone needs to go to the adult friends section and checkout the a story called The Trail. A friend of mine is writing it and I think its a fun story. Even though its notion my usual area of interest. SO check it out and let him know I Sent ya. Donate to our good friends at Nifty who work for us to give us great stories to read for FREE. I tell you what Free is my second favorite four letter word that starts with F.So donate to Nifty guys. Thanks to ALL of you that have donated in my honor. It really is a kick when I see that. So thanks everyone for that. Harry being the last. Enough of all that lets get to the story right. The Premonition Part 21 Written By Eric Murphey Edited By Zero Moss When I wake up, I look at the clock and it reads 10:47am. I sigh and think that I'm sleeping my life away. Then I remember that it was pretty late when I got to sleep last night, so getting up at this hour is really not all that bad. My lungs feel a bit heavy from all the weed I smoked. I usually don't smoke that much, well since the boys got here anyway. Before that I smoked like an Indian chief. I can say "Indian" because I'm a quarter Native, and frankly I prefer "Indian" to "native." Even though it's not considered correct now, it's what I grew up hearing. I don't find it derogatory, as most don't. I also didn't mind schools or school teams calling themselves the "Indians" or the "Braves." I always felt it was because they were fierce warriors; it seemed like a compliment. I get out of bed, put on my clothes from last night, and climb out of the bunker. I head to the trailer house and walk in. I see my boys playing with the Legos on the floor "Daddy, where you been?" Jack asks, jumping up to hug me. "I couldn't sleep here so I went to the bunker." "Did you sleep good?" he asks, continuing to hug me around my waist. "No, not really. I missed my snuggle bunny." This makes him giggle. "Did you guys have breakfast?" "Yeah, we made oatmeal with apples and cinnamon, and some toast as well," Eddie answers. "Good. Did you boys have fun last night?" "We had a great time! Thanks for letting us stay, daddy," Jim chimes in. "I'm glad you boys had a good time. I think I want to go to the Washingtons' so I can bring them a radio. I'm really glad Jack found them and realized the importance of us being able to communicate with our neighbors more easily." Jack smiles widely at the praise. "Can we go too? I want to meet the new boy," Eddie asks me. "I don't see why not. Why don't you boys get ready and we will go down in a few minutes. Jack, grab the radio you found for them." "Sure, daddy." He races off to get it. A little bit later we all pile into the truck and head to the Washingtons' farm. When we pull in, we see Mike walking out of the barn, with Jerry following a few steps behind. Mike looks up, and smiles at us and waves. We get out and the boys go with me to meet Jerry instead of seeing what Sarah may have baked for a treat. "Hey Mike, you look pretty chipper this morning," I greet my friend. "Got my grandson here, so I got a lot to be happy about." "I'm sure you do. Jerry, these are my sons. This is Eddie, Jim and Jack. Boys, this is Mr Washington's grandson Jerry." They all smile at each other and shake hands. "Why don't you boys take Jerry and go get a treat that I know Sarah has made." "Sure!!!!" my boys quickly respond. Jim grabs Jerry's hand and pulls him to the house. "So how you really feeling?" "Honestly I don't know. I mean I am thrilled Jerry is here. But I'm also pretty sad that Marcus didn't make it." "Did you find out what happened? If you feel like sharing that is." "No, I don't mind sharing. When Marcus graduated college, he moved outside of Chicago and bought a little farm there because he loved to farm. It was really a gentleman's farm, seeing as how he kept his job in the city. He wanted to raise Jerry on a farm, but I hated that place and begged him to move back here several times, especially after his wife was killed in a carjacking. She was a sweet woman, that one; just a salt of the earth woman. She didn't deserve to die like that. Hell, no one does. "So when the shit hit the fan, Marcus and Jerry stayed on the farm. They were good for a long time. Then from what Jerry says, they saw a line of cars heading down the road. Marcus made Jerry get in the root cellar. It was out back and a good way from the house. Apparently my son grabbed a few weapons from the house, hid, and waited. He didn't want any trouble. So the gang that came started into the house. Well, knowing my son, that wasn't going to happen and he opened fire on them. From what Jerry tells me, my boy took out all 8 of the bastards because he caught them by surprise. But one managed to gut-shoot him. Jerry said he hung on for three days after that but was in a lot of pain. He succumbed the third day. He told Jerry how to get here the best he could from memory. "When Marcus died, Jerry wrapped his body in a sheet and buried him in the garden. He then set fire to the house because he never wanted to see it again. He took one of the cars, filled it full of fuel, and drove as far as he could on one tankful. He is a smart boy and siphoned the fuel from other cars afterward. He got to within 20 miles of here and then hiked for a couple days go the rest of the way. But he made it, and is safe now." "I can understand your mixed emotions. It can't be easy." "I had two sons; now I have none. I think that's the hardest part. A parent shouldn't outlive their children. Sarah is devastated and happy at the same time. We have been trying to put up a good front for Jerry. But last night we just had a big cry fest." "That's understandable. I wish there was something I could do to help you guys out. But I know there is nothing." "Only time, and even that doesn't take away all the pain. It just makes it a little more tolerable." I hug Mike because it seems like he needs it. He hugs me back and we hold each other a good five minutes while he lets go of the waterworks. I just hold him because I know nothing I can say will make the pain any less. I feel just being there, holding him, and letting him know I am there for him is all I can really do. He breaks the hug and wipes his eyes. "Sorry, I'm just a big girl sometimes." "No, you are a caring father who just found out he lost his son. I think that deserves a few good cries, if not more." "Maybe so. Maybe so." "Need any help today?" "Not really. I got Earl coming tomorrow to help get things sorted for the spring planting. Having him and Jerry is really going to help a lot." "You know you can count on me and my boys, too." "During the harvest, probably. But planting is easier. Let's go get some coffee." "Sounds good. I'm freezing." "Ought to be, because it's 15F today." "Reason enough to be cold I suppose." "Or we are just pussies," Mike says, grinning. "Nah, 15 is damn cold. But we still may be pussies," I say, making him laugh. We head in and grab a cup each. I am starting to like coffee more. I don't think I will have it every day, but it's nice on a cold day like this while I'm talking with a friend. As we walk into the living room, we hear Jerry talking. ".....Nobody was on the road; it was creepy driving. I did it at night with no lights so I had to go real slow, but dad said it was good because I could go farther on the gas. I drove by little cities, or what was left of them. Looked like most of them were just burned down. I didn't even see anybody the whole time I was driving. I figured I would see somebody eventually, but I never did." "You think they was all dead?" Jim asks. "Probably a lot of them, but I bet a lot was hiding too. It's pretty scary the way people are nowadays," Jerry answers. "But you made it here which is the important thing. You want another cookie?" Sarah says to him, standing up. "Oh, you men are here. Rick you want a couple cookies?" "You know I do. You make the best cookies in three counties." "Flattery will get you nowhere." "Will it get me cookies?" "Oh you!" she says, and slaps me as she walks by. Mike and I have a seat. When Sarah gets back, we all enjoy a cookie or two and chat about the boys starting school tomorrow. "I think that about 12 hours a day of school then a lot of homework ought to be about right," I say to Sarah. "No daddy, when will we ever be able to play?" Jack cries to me. "Your daddy is being silly. No, we will have about 4 hours a day of school and you boys will have some homework but not a lot. That way I can see if you understand what I am teaching you." "So it's like a lot less than before?"Jim questions. "Yes, and you will learn more, too." "Cool," is Eddie's response. Jerry looks confused about school, but I am sure he will be brought up to date later. We give Mike and Sarah the radio and Mike is really happy about it. It will be a good tool to keep us all safer, and if we just have a question to ask, it's a lot easier to ask it this way than trekking to whomever's house to ask in person. As Sarah, Mike, and I talk, I notice that Eddie and Jerry have kind of drifted away from the other boys and are talking in the far corner of the room. Jack and Jim are sitting and playing with a game, ignoring us and the other two boys too. After a little while longer, I see Eddie and Jerry grab their coats and head outside. They are gone about a half an hour, and come back inside with their cheeks rosy from the cold. "Do you and the boys want to stay for supper?" Sarah wonders. "No, I don't think so, but I appreciate the offer. As a matter of fact, we had better get going ourselves so I can get our supper going." "Oh, what are you guys having?" Sarah asks. This got two sets of little ears perked up and their owners looking toward us. "It's so cold today, I was thinking either some chili or some beef stew. I haven't decided which just yet." "I want beef stew, daddy," Jim pipes up. "Yeah daddy, beef stew," Jack tosses his two cents in as well. "Looks like a decision has been made," Mike laughs. "Yep, chili it is," I say, grinning. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyyyy," comes from Jack. "Come on guys, grab your coats and boots and let's get going." I get up from my perch, and all three boys do as requested. We all start towards the truck. When we get there and I open the door, Eddie walks up next to me. "Dad, I was thinking that Jerry is really upset about his dad. He and I was talking a little when we was outside. I think he could use someone to talk to tonight about it." "I think that his grandparents have it under control." "They do, but he needs someone closer to his age to talk with about it. He doesn't want to tell them a lot of stuff cuz..." He can't figure out how to finish his sentence. "I will go ask Mike what he thinks. Get in the truck guys, I will be right back." Mike has been watching from the front door and when he sees me walking back, he opens the door and walks out onto the porch. "Mike, Eddie seems to think that Jerry may need someone closer to his age to talk with tonight. I did notice that the two of them kind of separated themselves from my other two and were talking most of the afternoon. What do you think of Eddie staying here tonight?" "Well, it has been some time since Jer has been around someone close to his own age. It would be nice if he had someone other than us old farts to talk to. So yeah, I think it would be a good idea." "Alright, I will let Eddie know. I know he loves his brothers, but he is a little older than them. I mean before all of this they were all great friends, even though Eddie is 2 years older. But I think it will be easier for a 13 year old to talk to an 11 year old without two 9 year olds hanging around, at least until he gets to know them better." "You are probably right." "I will send him back up and I will have the other boys down here by 9 in the morning to start their school day." "Sounds good." I return to the truck and tell Eddie to go back in; he is grinning from ear to ear. He races up and into the house as Mike holds open the door for him. Jim, Jack, and I head back to our house for the evening. When we get back, I ask the boys to call Joseph on the radio and let him know we will be leaving around 8:45 for their school. I figured it would give them some time to talk to Joseph, and me time to get out some beef stew from the pantry and heat it up. I hear them talk a few minutes as I open the jars of beef stew I put away earlier. I cut some bread for us and put it on plates. I don't know if it's normal for most people or not, but in my family we always poured the beef stew over bread. My dad always told me it comes from being poor during the depression and it made the stew go further. I don't know why, but I just like it that way and the boys do too. They get off the radio pretty quickly and get the table set. We treat ourselves to sodas tonight. As we eat, the boys talk about starting "real" school tomorrow with Mrs Washington, who they see as a real teacher. I can see they are excited about it. They both agree they wish there were more boys, and that maybe it might be nice to have a few girls included too. I tell them that I'm sure it will happen in time, just not yet. We decide after supper to play a game. We play a few games of UNO until I can see the boys are pretty tired and send them off to bed. Jack wants me to come to bed now, but I put him off because he needs to get to sleep to be rested for school in the morning. I figure he is already going to have a hard enough time getting to sleep because of his excitement without me in there to distract him further. And I know how I am where Jack is concerned; I will do what he wants to make him happy, not to mention that I really like it too; yet more distraction. I sit down in my chair and watch a movie I haven't seen in a long time. I smoke a little weed to relax, and I start to doze off in the chair as the movie is coming to an end. I turn it off as the credits start to roll, and head in to bed. As I slide in, Jack rolls over and snuggles up to me in his sleep. It's so nice to have my snuggle bunny back; I missed him a lot. I am out in seconds. ericmurphey1971@gmail.com