The sixth installment of The Crossing, a story in flash fiction. The story so far can be found here – The Crossing
Since our arrival Gai’s half-starved body had gained weight. He was now tall and muscular in physique, standing just short of six foot. The asylum officials had assigned him to work as a labourer at a recycling centre. The manual nature of his work had toned his body to a defined tightness that rippled every time he moved. It suited him.
They had taught Gai to drive the collection wagons, and most days he’d be waiting for me to return from a day at school so I could join him on the last run. How quickly times had changed. Yes the wagon was rough and ready but it was a vehicle with an engine. To me it was the epitome of luxury.
After his first week of work Gai received his first pay-check and handed me a crisp note. I had sat on the veranda just staring it for hours having only seen loose change before. Gai would see me and chuckle.
‘What you going to spend it on, Kip?’
The next day Gai took me into the town and helped me buy some clothes for school. Despite my being almost 21 the smart dress code still stood at school. Nonetheless I had bought my own clothing for the first time in my life. Gai also bought me a pair of blue denim jeans. Jeans, the subversive clothing that had always been illegal and I now had a pair. I remember seeing a young girl take a severe beating by the militia for just having pictures advertising Levi.
That evening we had sat by the river and with denim clinging to my legs I told Gai about that girl. As I spoke I felt the emotion of memory surge through me and I could not stop the tears flowing. I felt Gai’s arm tight on my shoulder and his soft voice comforting me.
‘Let it all out, Kip, let it go.’
© JG Farmer 2014