Five Volume I
By D. R. Evans
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Five short stories:
After the Storm
Genesis
Alpha Male
The Duck Test
The Last Performance of Under Milk Wood
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Five Volume I - D. R. Evans
FIVE
VOLUME I
Five Short stories by
D. R. Evans
Text Copyright 2014 by D. R. Evans.
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Contents
After the Storm
Genesis
Alpha Male
The Duck Test
The Last Performance of Under Milk Wood
After The Storm
The wind blows itself out shortly after dawn; the rain lasts a little longer: when I finally talk myself into getting out of bed at half past seven, it is still falling, lightly now, a barely audible patter, no longer the thudding, wind-driven sile of the night.
I draw back the curtain. The sky is gray, but the clouds are high. After fifty years on the island, I can read the harbingers as well as do the animals. The rain will stop soon, in an hour or two, by mid-morning at the latest. The thought cheers me.
It is early October, and last night’s storm was the first of the season. Anyone who has been thinking of making a late-season visit to the island should be adequately discouraged now. Yesterday’s trickle of daytrippers will be the last until March or April. Winter on the island has begun.
I busy myself: washing, shaving, dressing. These things take time now. What once was the occupation of a few minutes now requires the better part of half an hour. As I finish straightening my clothes in the mirror the long case clock in the corner chimes the hour. Satisfied with my appearance — but is that really me in the mirror? — I go to the kitchen and switch on the radio while I make breakfast: cereal, toast and marmalade. I drink the last of yesterday’s milk.
The man on the radio, barely audible over the static, gives his version of what is important: an earthquake in Japan; a derailment in Arizona, ten feared dead; a politician likely to be indicted later in the day. No mention of the storm.
The news ends and the weather forecast, the only item of possible interest, is covered in a parsimonious ten seconds: A front will come through bringing with it heavy rain and high winds. Power outages and minor flooding are possible.
I sniff. As always, the mainlanders are predicting the weather that has already passed us by. I ease my arm across the table and switch off the radio.
I put the kettle on to boil and carefully measure instant coffee into two mugs. At the age of eighty, one does not change one’s habits easily, and even though I know that Tim really prefers tea first thing in the morning, I stubbornly make coffee. He tolerates me, of course, classifying it as one of the foibles of an old man. Coffee until noon. Tea from noon till six. Various combinations of hot chocolate and alcohol from six until bedtime. It has served well enough for fifty years, and I am not about to change my regimen to please a forty-year-old stripling. Anyway, he has never complained.
The kettle boils. I switch it off and pour the water over the dark grains. My sense of smell doesn’t work so well any more, but that first cup of coffee in the morning still retains its odor, although some days I’m not sure that it isn’t just my imagination. Idly, I stir two heaping teaspoons of sugar into Tim’s mug.
Somewhat irritated, I look at the clock. Quarter past. He should be here by now. I feel a momentary annoyance at being taken out of my daily routine before I remember that it has been raining all night. It might have taken longer than usual to milk old Bessie; and the path from the other end of the island is sure to be muddy and treacherous. I should be able to find it in me to forgive Tim his tardiness.
There is a sudden rapping on the kitchen door and without waiting for an answer Tim opens the door and walks into the kitchen.
Mornin’. Looks like winter’s here,
he greets me. Like me, he is not displeased at the change in season.
Good morning, Tim. Aye. I guess it’s just you and me and your missus now until spring.
And Anna,
he reminds me as he carefully removes his galoshes and extricates himself from his waterproofs, putting the boots next to the door and hanging the clothes on the hanger that is there just for this purpose.
And Anna,
I agree. Somehow I am always forgetting that there are three of them now. Perhaps it is because whenever I think of Anna, I soon find myself wondering how long it will be before they call it quits and move away to one of the larger islands, or even to the mainland. I will be alone then. Perhaps I am the reason they haven’t moved already. Perhaps.
Here’s the milk.
I accept the bottle and fill our mugs to the brim with milk.
Come on in then.
I lift my mug, take a few sips, then walk carefully through into the living room.
We don’t say much. There isn’t any need. We don’t really have much in common, Tim and I. He is a young writer who bought the small farm at the other end of the island some fifteen years ago. He writes spy stories containing too much sex and too many long words for my taste. I have the feeling, although we have never discussed the matter, that he has never really been much of a success, otherwise he would have left the island and settled into a more conventional mode of life. Anna came as a shock to Tim and his wife. I had always assumed, wrongly, that one or other of them was infertile.
Ostensibly, his daily visit is to provide me with milk. We both know that the real reason is to make sure that I am all right. Or, to put it more starkly, that I am still alive. One day, Tim will walk in and find me cold in bed, or in my chair, or on the stone floor of the kitchen. Mostly I try to be nice to him, banking credits against that day.
But today there seems to be even less to say than usual. One season has ended and another, abruptly, is about to begin. Such changes take a day or two to assimilate, and both of us seem happy enough simply to sip our coffee and mull over our own thoughts with only the occasional glance out the window.
Guess it’ll be over in an hour or so,
he says when he reaches the end of his mug.
Reckon,
I agree.
"Will you be going down