Caspian Hope – Written By Stephen Fahey. Part 13


“I’m up.”

“Sir, it’s getting dark.”

“Good. Everyone ready?”

Yes, Sir.


“Right Gentlemen. You know the drill. Single file, in silence.”

“Yes, Sir,” came their unified, hushed response.

“When we get to a mile out we’ll hold until we scout a safe place to stop off. This lake might look empty but it’s one of only two major lakes in this whole country, so people won’t ever be far away. Keep your eyes open and your heads down. Al, lead the way.”

And on we went, Al a hundred yards or so ahead of us. With thirst and excitement in the air, it was a quick seven or eight miles. We came up over a large dune and out of nowhere the lake loomed in the distance, encrusted with trees on the nearside and stretching out to the horizon in both directions. I was almost overcome at seeing my boys’ salvation. It was like looking at God’s face and seeing him smile back at you. Jesus it was beautiful.

I put my hand out motioning the men to the ground and they followed, spreading out for thirty or so yards. I took a look down the line and their faces all shone brighter than the moon itself. I could see all the way to the end of the line, my own heart begging me to run headlong down to the water and throw myself into it.

“Glynn, Big Tits and Pretty Boy, go check it out.”

“Yes, SIR!”

And off they went. Single file; low and fast. I knew I could count on them.

To be continued…

© Stephen Fahey

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