He was lost in thought when he came upon them; would have stumbled right into the dark corner that had hidden them, but it was the sound that broke his reverie, and then stopped him in his track. It did not belong to a man, and it certainty didn’t belong in a dark corner behind the family barn (when people who were not enemies of the family, were all inside the house). It belonged in the place where little children don’t dare go, when two grown adult walk in, with the door shut close behind them.
He was an invisible observer.
The trousers were no longer buckled to the waist, and the skirt no longer covered the knees. The male hands was touching and grasping things; in a way he had never seen grasped under daylight, in full view of an audience; and the man’s tongue seem to have found its twin, in the mouth of the mouth, and both tongues exchanged excited stories.
He very much liked his personal space, and it was non-existent between the two, but the neither one seemed to mind.
The moans and whimpers and grunt came in short bursts, an exchange it would seem. The type that came about, when a man exerted his himself as he disciplined an unruly child; yet these two were full grown adults, and there was no whip, belt nor cane in sight, yet the fleshy sound was unmistakable.
Adults and their ways, 8 year old Ethan walked away, and resumed his thoughts.
Racheal had stop talking like a boy. Good for her, she was his elder sister. She wore gowns and skirts now, and they went past her knees. Some time ago, she had worn one which didn’t, and his mother barred her from leaving the house, saying ‘… so you want to visit those places, where… hands…’ Yet the other lady’s skirt, had been way way up, and she was out in a dark corner with another man.
He remembered the man was no longer—what his teacher called a bachelor, and the lady was not married. When his report card came in, there was no above him on the list. He wondered if the lady’s mother would complain like his mother; that skirt had been way way up.
His sister’s hair wasn’t blonde like the other lady nor black like the man’s, who was with her. The other boys had stopped inviting his sister to hang out, when the gowns and skirts surfaced, but now there was a boy who was always close to her, when his parents told her to watch over him. But they were never as close as the man and lady he just passed by, yet the precious personal space, was non existent between them, but only where their face (forehead and nose) was concerned. Their tongues were not twins though, just their lips, and the boy’s hand were where you would normally see them in daylight, and oh they were sitting side by side; their face sideways, with their back facing him, they hadn’t seen him, just like the other two.
And with the other two, the lady had turned her back toward the man, just moments before his role as their invisible observer came to an end.
He went deeper into the woods that surrounded his family property. The sun was long gone, it wasn’t the golden ray, but the light was enough, so that he didn’t fall into the dark puddles, that had formed on the ground, when the sun and white clouds were absent for long periods of time. But the moon dare not show her face during those period. Just because the sun wasn’t in the sky; it didn’t mean she could leave her room.
The sun and the moon were both strange like that. Their personal space was on a whole other level; the other must not be in sight, and they had a timetable, from what he had observed, that said: now to now is not your time said the Sun and now to now is not your time said the Moon. He had never witnessed a disagreement between them, because the personal space was always observed.
He had seen many disagreement, where the personal space was no longer existent or so tiny he couldn’t walk through, and he was not very big. And in the many disagreement he had witnessed, the personal space was violated without mercy; the foreheads became the twins; the forefinger became the elder brother to the other’s chest; the hands touched places it would the daylight, but in a way that an audience would prevent from happening.
And not surprising, this gross invasion, violation, of the sacred and holy personal space, (which he placed nothing above) that appears in disagreements; is many at times between people like the man and lady behind the barn (and people who knew them) who had violated the sacred personal space, when there was no disagreement in the first place.
Not surprising. But strange, very strange. He was definitely going to stick to the same timetable as the sun and moon.
Now to now; not this, not this, not that and the other would say: now to now; not this, not this, not that.
He arrived at the spot, where a woman who had not always been an enemy of the family, was busy making the soil fertile. He couldn’t see her face or her body anymore, but knew she was there; it wasn’t the standard six feet, he thought.
She had violated his personal space; unbuckled his trouser and her skirt had not been way way up, but her panty her had been way way down, on the ground where it didn’t belong, she didn’t have a wardrobe; it wasn’t her home anyway, and his parents were out and she had let his sister go where his parent wouldn’t.
She told him not to tell anyone what they had both done. Made him promise, the unbreakable pinky swear. He has never broken that promise; never told anyone what they did. He just told his father, where things that were not touched in daylight, touched each other.
And the disagreement started, and she was no longer a friend of the family. And now here she was.
And his father and mother, made him promise, the unbreakable pinky swear, but with a twist; not to tell anyone what he had seen them do, where things touched things that an audience would have stopped, whether in daylight or not, and a whole lot of, not this, not this, not that. And he remembered, they had told him, there was no one above them, when they still received report cards. His father went to T______ Academy and his mother did not.
Now to now; not this, not this, not that, said the both of them.
He looked at sky that wasn’t there when it was daytime. He looked at the shiny things that also wasn’t there when it was daytime, and then at the things that didn’t have fruits yet. He wondered what timetable they used, maybe it had a system he could use. His parents had given him a tough puzzle. Not this, not this, not that. There must be something else out there that he had not seen, a timetable, a system.
He never breaks a promise. He just says what wasn’t, and isn’t, and shouldn’t be.
He resumed his walk, observe, observe, observe.
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