I've been sick! Oh the joys of winter weather and not taking care of yourself. Anyways, due to my horrible immune system (and my lack of getting a flu shot this year) I haven't done a lot of writing this past week. So, I'm sharing with all of you a snippet from a W.I.P. that I started some time ago but put on the back burner as other characters were talking louder. I hope you enjoy it.
Dressed, and his first cup of coffee finished, Caj returned to the kitchen and made up a to-go mug. The mug held two servings, equal to his coffee cup, making it the perfect travel mug. Hot coffee in hand, Caj released a long and a short whistle. Barking greeted his call before two gray Norwegian Elkhounds came rushing out of the bedroom. Caj reached for their leashes, and snapped both of them on before opening the door and letting his two companions out.
“Okay Thor, Freya,” Caj sighed as he locked his door behind him, “We’re meeting Hugo at the docks today.”
Both dogs barked in recognition of his words, and he couldn’t help but smile. He walked leisurely down the sidewalk, enjoying the sound of the buoys in the distance and the gulls overhead. The occasional fog horn could be heard from incoming ships. This small costal town was so calming. It gave him a sense of home to be so close to the ocean. Thor and Freya loved it as well. The beaches provided the perfect places for them to run, outside their yard of course.
The walk to the harbor was twenty minutes, three by car. Caj spotted Hugo sitting on a rock, a sketchbook in hand as he looked out to the lighthouse and then back to his paper. “You had better have one hell of a good reason to drag me out of bed at this time,” Caj snapped as he approached his friend and colleague.
“You know I do,” Hugo replied, never looking up from his sketch. Caj looked over his shoulder and smiled. It was of the lighthouse, with a wave crashing against it. It was incredibly detailed for just a sketch.
“Well,” Caj sat down and released Thor and Freya. He gave two long whistles, signaling them to go play but not stray, “Out with it.”
“Isak,” Hugo said as he smudged a part of the wave to give it more shadow.
Caj’s chest tightened as he looked at his friend. “Don’t fuck with me Hugo. I would know if Isak was in this town.”
“Oh? Well, I’d get that sensor checked, because he’s here,” Hugo closed his book and met Caj’s eyes for the first time since he arrived. Dark brown orbs, almost black, peered into his own blue eyes. “Isak arrived last night. I saw him at Duncan’s Dive.” He handed Caj his cell open to a picture of a man Caj didn’t know. Not physically at least.
He flipped to another photo, one that captured the man’s eyes, and Caj’s entire world spun. He knew those eyes. Those beautiful green eyes, the color of the Scotts Pines back in the dark forests of their origins.
“Isak,” Caj whispered.
“I find it strange how you two always ended up with the same name,” Hugo frowned.
“You know my birth name in this life is Arnold,” Caj grimaced. “I changed it upon turning eighteen. Much to my father’s anger.”
“Yeah, well it seems your boy must’ve done the same,” Hugo stretched his arms over his head and arched his back backward. “I heard several of his shipmates call him Isak last night.”
“Where is he?” Caj asked, standing.
“My guess? On his fishing boat down there,” Hugo pointed to the harbor just a bit in front of them.
Caj released two whistles, one long and short, signaling Thor and Freya to return to his side. Instantly his dogs responded and he was leashing them back up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hugo stood and grabbed Caj’s arm before he could head toward the harbor.
“To see Isak,” Caj answered like it was obvious.
“And what? What do you think he’ll say when he sees you?” Hugo demanded.
“Probably the same thing he does every time he sees me,” Caj shrugged. “Don’t I-“
“Don’t I know you?” That voice, rich and yet soft sent a tendril of longing through Caj’s entire body. Turning, ever so slowly, Caj came face to face with the man he’d been searching lifetimes for.
I'm hoping to have something from my current W.I.P.'s next week. As I recover and regain focus hopefully I'll make progress with writing again. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this snippet! If you did, Like & Share! Until next time!
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