The Making of Boy by Regina Puckett

Author:Regina Puckett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cyberpunk, Steampunk, Steam powered, robot, dystopian
Publisher: Regina Puckett
Published: 2015-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

BOY HAD BEEN EXCITED to learn that Mender and Robbie were going to travel with them the rest of the way to coast, and now enjoyed having Robbie here to share his excitement at seeing the ocean for the first time. The day before, when they’d finally reached the coast, both he and Robbie had almost fallen overboard trying to get a better view.

“What on earth are you holding?”

Boy handed Liberty one of the poles he held. He had spent all night gathering what he needed and putting it all together. It hadn’t been easy to do so without Liberty seeing him. He had kept it a secret since he hadn’t wanted her to turn his request down before he had everything made and ready. He figured if he had the poles and bait then she wouldn’t have a good reason not to go fishing with him.

“I made us both fishing poles.” Those were the only words he uttered but inside he was screaming, “please, please, please.” Behind him, the ocean waves filled the air with a lovely whishing sound as they rolled in. He had fallen in love with the ocean the moment he’d set eyes on it. As excited as he’d been to get close, Liberty had made him stay on Airus and promise he wouldn’t go anywhere near the water until she had time to go there with him. He had readily agreed but until now she had been too busy to take him.

“You did what?” She took the offered pole but scrunched her nose up, as if totally at a loss as to why he was giving it to her. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Catch fish.” Please, please, please. He waited and would have held his breathe had he the ability. Breathing was such a lovely thing. One day he would. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did.

“You want to go fishing?” She looked at the water and back at him. “Are you waterproof?”

Why did she keep asking him that? “I don’t know.” Sensing she was leading up to a refusal, he couldn’t look at her and so used his pole to draw distracting images of fish in the sand. This was probably as close as he was going to get to one today. He had told himself not to get his hopes up, but he had anyway. One of Liberty’s curse words came to mind but he didn’t say it.

“Do you have any idea how we’re supposed to go about using these short poles in those large waves?” Her voice sounded skeptical but also as though she was at least giving the idea some thought.

Boy took some meagre hope from it. “Please. I’ve always wanted to go fishing but Father never had the time.” He held up a small, rusted out container. “Waters has caught us some bait.”

Liberty sighed as she eyed the little bucket. “What’s in it?”

His hope rose even higher. He had her now. “Roaches.” How could she turn him down now? He had thought of everything.

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