Summertime

Challenge SubmissionSummertime
by Lirineth

Story Notes

Author mail: kewelin@yahoo.co.uk

Notes:  If you really want to enjoy “Summertime go to YouTube and search for the Ella Fitzgerald version.

Summertime

As he relaxed in his chair, he looked out the window enjoying the view of the gardens, such beauty, such perfection, that it almost took his breath away. Unable to stop himself, he stood up and opened the windows, letting the soft breeze come in, and taking a deep breath, he allow the different fragrances inebriate his senses. His body responded immediately with promises of passion and desire.

‘Summer time’ he thought to himself with a mixture of hope and yearning.

‘Summer time’ the two words took him back in time to a small house in the middle of nowhere, to the first day of the rest of his life.

‘Summer time’ this time the two words took him back, to a time and place where he was a prisoner for twenty summers.

‘Summer time’ he repeated once again, as he remembered the old song.


Summertime
When the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

You’re daddy’s rich
And your mom is good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singing
Then you spread your wings
And fly to the sky

But till the morning
There’s nothing can harm you
With mama and daddy
Standing by

One of these mornings
You’re rise up singing
Then you spread your wings
And fly to the sky

But till that morning
There’s nothing can harm you
With mama and daddy
Standing by

He had loved that song, the music so sensual, so intimate, so arousing, so full of promises.

‘Calanthe har Aralis’ somebody said in a loud and commanding voice, bringing him out of his reverie with a jolt.

When he turned around he found Tharmifex standing at the door of his office.

‘Calanthe, what is wrong with you? We have been waiting for nearly half an hour, I wonder when are you going to start being more reliable,’ said Tharmifex, quite irritated.

Instead of answering, he slowly stood up and stretched his arms over his head. He then looked at Tharmifex and gave him one of his most frightening and disturbing smiles, as he slowly approached the har.

‘I wonder what would happen if I killed you’ he asked Tharmifex in a very soft and low voice, that made the Head of the Hegemony feel a cold sweat run down his spine.

‘Do you think they would imprison me for another twenty years, or do you think they would give me a medal?’ he continued in the same eerie and chilling tone

Tharmifex must have realised that he had overstepped himself, because he started to walk backwards, without being able to take his eyes off Cal.

‘It would be a good idea if you went now,’ Cal continued as he stood there smiling ‘I won’t be long.’ By the time he’d finished talking Tharmifex was gone from his office.

He first waited for Tharmifex to leave his office, then he closed the window and finally he allowed himself a few seconds to settle down before walking down the corridor towards the next meeting. As he was walking he remembered another song, one that had always made him feel powerful, free, in control, something that right now he needed, if he wanted to keep Tharmifex and his followers under rein. This thought made him giggle as he started humming the song.

Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrive
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L’étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!

As he approached the door, he realised that he had been singing out-loud, so the giggles became full laughter.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by, consuming his energies and what little joy he had left. Realising that he was very tense and in a foul mood, he decided to go for a walk in the gardens. He figured that at least he could enjoy the last of the sun and the wonderful surroundings. But before he started walking he took off his shoes, allowing the dampness of the grass tickle his toes. Then he dropped his jacket and his shirt to enjoy the warmth of the sun and then after a quick look around he took off his trousers. The feeling of freedom made him a little bit drunk, so after a while he laid down under one of the beautiful trees using his clothing as a pillow. With his arms behind his head he kind of dozed off.

So there he was, in that place between being fully asleep and awake, when another old melody came to him via mind touch.

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away

And as the singing ended, he felt the softest, sweetest and more perfect lips in his whole world, kissing him. As he slowly opened his eyes Pell’s face came into view, he was looking at him in that way that made him forget anything and everything.

‘I really meant it, beloved. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,’ said Pell as he hugged him very tightly.

‘Promise me something,’ he asked.

‘Anything’ was the reply.

‘Promise me that you will always sing that corny song for me and only me.’

‘I promise, I will always sing that corny song for you and only you.’

For once he was completely speechless, so he just hugged and kissed Pell back, letting the fire and the pleasure of aruna transport them far, very far away, to that place where nobody could reach them, where they could enjoy each other to exhaustion, and forget who they were and where they were.

The End

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3 Comments

  1. July 8, 2009 at 6:48 pm

    […] “Summertime” by Lireneth […]

  2. Ruth J Passmore said,

    August 23, 2010 at 5:28 pm

    Ah! I have a vision of Wraeththu, the Musical, a play that would include both music and dance and it would be glorious. Hear me Dehara and let be so… one day!

  3. Ruth J Passmore said,

    August 23, 2010 at 5:31 pm

    Ah! I have a vision of Wraeththu, the Musical, a play that would include both music and dance and it would be glorious. Hear me Dehara and let it be so… one day!


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