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18 pages, ebook
First published May 3, 2015
“You take care of yourself, Nick, okay?”
“Yeah, you too,” Nick whispered. He swallowed. “You’ll be listening out for me?”
“I will,” Tanner said. “I always listened for you, Blue Sky Guy. Always.”
“Good.” Nick closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they shone. “Do you suppose we can get more than one perfect night?”
“Yes,” Tanner said. Warmth spread through him. “As many as we want.”
…
Their one perfect night didn’t have to be their last.
…
Tanner waited with his feet in the water.
Nick would come.
Tanner wanted to believe that as long as he could.



Tanner couldn’t hate the war, not entirely. Maybe without it there would have been other men, other nights that almost reached the heights of this one, but Tanner couldn’t know for certain. It seemed a lot to take on faith. He only knew that the war had given him one perfect night with Nick. Out of the chaos and the madness and the horror, the war had given him Nick. And this place, this point in time, suffused everything that had gone before with meaning.
There were hundred of men, hundred of thousands, who would never find meaning in any of this.
Yesterday, Tanner was one of them.
Now, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Tanner raised himself up onto his elbow. He stared down at Nick, and Nick’s grin faded away. Tanner leaned down and kissed him gently. “You take care of yourself, Nick, okay?”
“Yeah, you too,” Nick whispered. He swallowed. “You’ll be listening out for me?”
“I will,” Tanner said. “I always listened for you, Blue Sky Guy. Always.”
“Good.” Nick closed his eyes briefly. When he opened the again, they shone. “Do you suppose we can get more than one perfect night?”
“Yes,” Tanner said. Warmth spread through him. “As many as you want.”

“That’s us,” Nick said. “Years before the war, Feldt came out to all the islands. Gave us radios and told us we were like Ferdinand the bull. That’s what we do. We sit under the trees and smell the flowers, and we watch the world go by. Until we get stung.”
Tanner inhaled slowly, savoring the smell of the ocean. “What happens when you get stung?” he asked at last.
“We fight back,” Nick said. He smiled, but it wavered. “But mostly we sit and smell the flowers.”

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Nick would come. He'd make that rendezvous with a patrol boat, and he would come.
Their one perfect night didn't have to be their last.
Tanner believed it then, and he believed it now.
Nick would come.
Tanner wanted to believe that as long as he could.
The past didn’t matter and the future was unknowable.Crying? I’m not crying. Sometimes my eyes start leaking, that’s all.
