- October 13th, 2012
Ed frowned as Thom sat before him in the kitchen, kicking the rungs of his chair in nervous agitation as he chewed his lip. "I'm sorry my screams work you. It was the most vivid dream. I honestly thought that Jonny was dead, and you know how I get when I get scared."
"I know," assured Ed in a soft voice he hoped didn't sound too fatherly, as he poured the milk he had been heating into two mugs to make cocoa. "But Jonny isn't dead, and it's not the end of the world, and we're all fine."
"I don't like it when Jonny isn't here, in the band house," Thom whinged, even as he took the mug of cocoa, wrapping his stubby little fingers around it for the warmth.
"I bet Jonny is having the most amazing time, backpacking in Uzbekistan," Ed said calmly, blowing on his cocoa to cool it. He took a sip, and when he looked up, there was cocoa dusted across the downy hairs of his adolescent lip.
"I'm still worried," insisted Thom, hunching over his mug of cocoa, and for a moment, Ed thought he was going to curl into a little ball, like a baby mouse.
"You're always worried," Ed thought to himself, though he didn't quite dare say it aloud.
Jonny awoke on a soft bed of leaves in the midst of a giant forest. The trees stretched for miles, all the way up the mountain slopes on either side, as far as the eye could see, massive walnut trees, dripping with fruit. Jonny loved walnuts, they were his favourite food on earth, so the idea of visiting the walnut forests of Uzbekistan had been a long-time dream. He missed his friends, he missed his band most of all, but the lure of the delectable nuts was more than he could resist.
He stretched, then he rolled up his sleeping bag and packed his things, striding off into the trees. The friendly peasants in the last village had told him that the very best walnuts, the largest and sweetest, grew in a sheltered glen on the other side of this mountain range, so he was determined to find the grove before nightfall. He walked and walked, passing through a high, narrow mountain pass, with guards' stations on either side, wrapped in barbed wire, but they seemed to be unoccupied, and no one challenged him, so he walked down, climbing over the gate at the bottom of the pass. In the distance, he could see the grove of tall, lush, green walnut trees, and quickened his pace. But as he drew nearer, he could see they were surrounded by a chain link fence, with rusted signs every few hundred feet. But the signs were in Cyrillic text, and Jonny couldn't read Russian, so he shrugged and walked around to where the wall was slightly lower. He could almost smell the walnuts on the other side of the fence, and his stomach started to grumble, and his mouth started to water. It had been a long time since breakfast. So he checked the fence to make sure it would hold his light weight, then hopped up, climbed over, then gently dropped into the grove of forbidden walnuts.
And just as he reached the first tree, that was when the alarms started to ring.
Back in England, the dreaded red telephone in Number 10 Downing St started to ring. That could mean only one thing. The USSR was declaring war.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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