Hush Mo Chroí

Railroad tracks

Jackson's POV:

I stood behind my mother, holding a heavy bag in one hand while holding my mother's drink in the other. They were playing a family proclaimed game, "fùk esu béan mi" or "fuck your neighbor over." It's a simple game, pick three cards from the stack, each card is a certain amount of points and whoever gets 90 points, wins everything in the bag.

Uncle Arthur threw a king, an ace, and a queen down, proclaiming he won. My mother threw down all the rest of the aces and said, "I win." Uncle Allistair threw his cards down and mumbled, "fuckin' shit..." my mother reached out and took the money that laid in the middle of the dining table.

Uncle Connor threw his cards in the air and yelled, "bullshit! How'd ya win!?" My mother leaned over the table and said, "hmmm.... if you check the pile, there are no cards missing. It was just pure luck, dear brother."

Uncle Arthur held his hand up and said, "a game is a game... you won the most rounds, you get to open the bag we stole, Issy.... Thank you Allistair and Jackson for stealing the goods from Mr. Simon. A pat on the back. I hope this time it's something of value..."

I gave myself a small clap as well as Uncle Allistair. We had gone to the enemy territory and taken a bag from the office of the big cat up there. After a few moments my mother turned and took the drink and the bag. She opened the bag against the table and with a swift movement, threw it on the ground. She slammed her drink against the table and she walked off, breathing heavily and blushing. Uncle Arthur opened the bag and gasped, covering his mouth and blushing. He took his suit rag out and picked up what was in the bag.

A large sex toy.

It was pink and it had buttons on the bottom so it would vibrate. Uncle Allistair grumbled and followed my mother while Uncle Dylnn, a very quiet man, walked to Uncle Arthur, took it with his hands and said, "it looks worn... it wouldn't be much worth... Jackson, next time, check what's in the bag. This is the fourth dildo this week. Please go and return the... toy... I don't want these things on our side...."

I gave a nod and grabbed the bag, letting my quiet uncle place it in. I lifted my hood and began my walk through the apartments and the streets. It smelled of piss, booze, and gunpowder. I walked passed beggars, people who were zoned on drugs, people that were frightened of me.

I made my way to the railroad tracks, the wind blowing against my body. I saw the light fly on and a train run by. As I stood, watching, I saw a figure across from me. Her eyes were beautiful. She was obviously a richly, her hair flawlessly running down, her clothes brand new and in great condition. I saw her raise her hand from the cracks of the train running by and she was waving.

I waved back.

Amy's POV:

I waved to the poor boy and waited for the train to end. I always liked to look at the other world. The railroad tracks were the only thing keeping us apart. The poor and the rich. The train left and I saw the boy was gone. I walked across the tracks and yelled, "boy! Boy, come, I shan't hurt you!" There was a rustle in the tree above the tracks where I stood. I glanced up to see the boy hanging upside down.

I smiled at him and he blushed. "Hello, boy. How'd you get up the tree so quickly?" I asked, stepping off the tracks and going onto his land. He was silent. Way too silent. Was he afraid? No... I wasn't scary. After a few moments he handed me a bag in his hands. It looked like my fathers. "H-Here...." he mumbled, turning upside and climbing to another branch. I felt heat rise to my face as I looked in and saw a dildo. Jesus, these people don't like anything sexual. He must have stolen it from my father. I looked up from the bag and saw he wasn't there... he was gone.... just...

Vanished.