Entry into Boris World
‘So, you think Mr. Fahrer is the right one for you?’ Commander Sister D plopped in this proposal to bait me for a rapid response.
I stared at her. ‘Don’t be ridiculous!’
‘You honestly think I’d go with that grumpy Captain?’
‘It’d never work—and when we’ve finished the mission, if I’m not dead, he’ll be old, and possibly no more.’
‘What if he skips through time too?’ Driver nodded at me. ‘All in theory, mind you.’
‘You want to know the truth?’ I paused, then said, ‘You and I both know the truth—I don’t like him. He’s always pretending. Now, if he could be real, maybe…Then there was Fox. But he went off and married Mika, who, I might add, seemed rather mad—crazy when I encountered her in Strahan,’ I coughed, ‘after my encounter with Fox.’
‘How do you know it was the real Fox? Could’ve been a Boris agent.’
I leaned back in my seat. ‘Oh, he wasn’t a Boris agent. He was real and he was Fox.’ For a moment, I savoured the memory, then conscious of the way Driver narrowed her eyes at me, I straightened up. ‘Of course, I regret what I did. I’m truly sorry and promise it’ll never happen again.’
‘Did you love him?’ Driver asked.
‘Maybe, I did.’ I had to be honest; a fitting response to a religious person and my superior.
‘Well, you never know what might happen in the future,’ Driver said. ‘Perhaps you will grow to love Günter.’
‘I don’t think so,’ I replied.
‘We may not take all that long. If all goes according to plan, we will be in and out in five years. Plenty of time! Perhaps my brother will have matured and be less grumpy. And you’ll have grown some from your experiences on the Boris world. You’ll see. He won’t forget you. Who knows, he should be over Minna by then. Trust me!’ Driver patted me on the hand. ‘You need to think about what you’ll do once the mission is over. But perhaps it is you who may forget him.’
I stared at a cloud mass going supernova. ‘May I ask, what about your brother? Günter? What happened to him? Why is he so depressed?’
Driver pretended not to hear my question. ‘A lot can happen in that time. Now, about Minna.’ She leaned closer as if to tell me some hot gossip. ‘I have it on good authority that she ran off with another man. She had a thing for Boris’ son, so I heard. Sad for Günter, though.’
‘Didn’t you say she was tricked? Like me? I think she was just being used.’
‘Oh, but, can you imagine? She killed her own children and then ran off like that?’ Driver shook her head. ‘Would you believe? They stayed at the Convent, bold as you please.’
I swayed my head in agreement. ‘I wondered about that; I saw the entry in the book.’
‘You did? My, quite the little investigator!’
‘We talked quite a bit before she—I mean the person I assumed was her—passed.’ I also thrived on a good gossip session. It made me feel better.
‘You did? Really? You certainly do your homework,’ Driver said. ‘Perhaps you can be a private investigator, or work for MI6, or whatever it is, when you return to Earth.’ Following that comment, she lapsed into silent reflection.
We had reached Boris World.
I had never seen a planet bathed in brown haze before. The sight made me recoil.
‘You know, just looking at this planet, makes me want to wash,’ Driver said.
‘I know exactly what you mean.’
‘It’s the pollution. I must warn you about this planet. The laws on this planet are, that there are no laws. Every man does as he sees fit, to quote the Bible. When I read about Sodom and Gomorrah, I think of this planet,’ the Commander added. ‘Remember your spiritual armour, you will need it. And don’t forget your guardian angels, too. And whatever you do, stick by me, don’t go wandering off on your own—it’s a demonic jungle out there.’
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ I said, not sure what she meant, but too afraid to ask.
I had dozed off when the spiritual training was in session back on the Mother Ship. Don’t get me wrong, I believe and all that, but it was after lunch, I had eaten, and I was sleepy. With the trauma of the past few days, sleep had eluded me. I was not at peace. Mourning the loss of my community, I could not rest.
On top of that, when I did nod off, my dreams turned to nightmares. More than once I would wake up and check that my jaw was intact and attached to my face. The bloated bodies of babies haunted me. The screams and cries of babies startled me. There was the half-awake paralysis, the burning pain, and the red headed woman with eyes that bored holes into my mind. I would wake up frightened and confused, unsure for a few moments of who I was and where I was.
[to be continued…]
© Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2019
Feature Photo: Evening Camp Parachilna © L.M. Kling 2018
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