A Great Tribulation by Marc Seraphs

Author:Marc Seraphs [Seraphs, Marc]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action & adventure, teen & young adult, literature & fiction, romance, dystopian, Science Fiction
Publisher: Marc Seraphs
Published: 2017-06-21T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER VII

Keira stepped out the cramped cabin that was meant for three, but currently held seven.

She yawned taking in the awe of the unveiling winter in the Rockies as the mountain peaks, trees, and leaves showed light dusting of snow. Keira wasn't the only one up she realized when she saw a figure by the lake within view of the cabin. She made sure whoever it was one of theirs before stalking forward to inspect—from the gait and stance, she knew who it was.

“Alfie?” she called when she got closer.

Red eyes, marked with freshly wiped tears looked back at her. He was instantly in a hurry to leave, but Keira stopped him, hugging him dearly. She wanted to tell him that...

She cared.

She understood.

However much she meant the words, they never came out, but somehow she felt he'd heard them when he latched onto her dearly. They stood there in each other's arms for a while. At the end of the little episode, Keira was teary as well—a wave of memories from the good-old-days coming over her.

They sat in the brush, by the lake in silence, enjoying the soupy haze of dawn from a quickly dissipating mist.

“Beautiful...” she said, breaking the icy silence. When he nodded, she pressed, “If you weren't here, what will you be doing?”

“Acting maybe.”

“Like an actor?”

When he nodded, Keira let her head fall back in amusement. Not because the idea was ridiculous, but because he actually reminded her of James Dean: troubled teen, misfit, good looks, great hair, average body. Though James Dean was way before her generation, she'd caught the Dean fever from Lana Del Rey's Blue Jeans, and after she saw East of Eden she was forever ill for the actor. He was one of the few actors she liked posthumously.

“I know...it's ridiculous.”

“No, no, am not laughing at the idea.”

“But you laughed.”

“I think you will make a good actor. A great actor maybe.”

There was a spark in his eyes. “You think?”

When she shook her head, he revealed he “did Shakespeare in school.”

“No!”

Alfie went into a trance for dramatics, quoting: “'I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.'”

“'What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?'” Keira blurted to his surprise.”

Alfie was taken aback. “You know Shakespeare?”

“Did Shakespeare in school too.”

“Who did you play?”

“Juliet. Duh!”

She did share certain aesthetics with Juliet. Though a tad timid, Keira was sometimes tough, headstrong and intelligent.

“I played, Romeo,” he told her.

Their confession seemed to open an emotional dimension of connection between them, as they both peered—looking deeply into each other's eyes—as if to further explore what they'd found.

It was so beguiling Keira looked for a distraction to diffuse the tension. She found one when she looked across the lake. “Does it look a little contrived over there.”

“Where?”

She pointed. “There.”

Alfie followed the line of her finger. “I suppose...do you want to go see?”

“Is it safe?”

“Well, we'll never know if we keep standing here.”

How daring, she thought, a smile curling her lips; her James Dean.

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