The Bright and Hungry Future of Hawks by John Wiltshire

Of course he was-ready for whatever was out there, whatever their future held. Rather a feature of his life, when he thought about it.Ī man formed entirely by the unshakable love of this man who was.huh, scowling most unpleasantly at him. Dog walking had never been the true agenda for his plan. He could hear Ben’s snort of derision in his head before he heard it for real. Ready?”īen nodded ruefully to the kiss and the question both.Īs if it were merely a momentary thought of no consequence, Aleksey grabbed his pack of cigarettes off the counter. “Not at all-we have the verybestof luck, Benjamin Rider-Mikkelsen. Now in the kitchen, being circled by the wolf, who wasn’t put off by the cold and the rain at all, relished it in fact, cajoling Radulf to move, his paws slipping on the tiled floor as they pushed him and he resisted, Aleksey suddenly pulled Ben into a fierce hug, laughing and kissing him at the same time, so his amusement and the thought was, for once, outward and shared between them. Who the fuck knows what’s out there? We have the strangest luck sometimes.” “It wasn’t hundreds of years ago we let this old faker out for a last walk and he dug up a body, which nearly got us both killed and caused an earthquake. Oh, bugger off.” He dodged Aleksey’s rib poke of amusement and toed Radulf instead to wake him up. “No, of course not, but.get lost, Nik-Aleksey, stop laughing at me. “What? To take two cantankerous mutts for a piss in the rain in their own garden?” “I turned fifty today, not-what’s wrong?”īen was still staring at the darkness, but he shook himself lightly.

He understands he is my recompense to the universe.”īen glanced at the large windows.

“Yes, I believe he knew exactly what was being buried today. “Hello! Earth to Nikolas Aleksey Rider Mikkelsen Primakov Wanker?”Īleksey flung his arm around Ben’s neck and knuckle-rubbed his hair in punishment for the mocking, disrespectful tone, a far more familiar gesture than the dancing or singing had been. It was so fitting it made him chuckle every time he thought about it.īen, right through his middle like an arrow. He’d always thought so.īen had not yet worked this out, but he had: his new name was himself pierced right through the middle by Ben. Ben had proved lately that his brain too worked in mysterious ways. A habit he really needed to kick: both being so far gone in his own, separate thoughts that he lost the thread of those in this life, but also finding anything Benjamin Rider-Mikkelsen ever did or said odd. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has DiedĪleksey started a little at Ben’s seemingly incongruous question.

The Bright and Hungry Future of Hawks by John Wiltshire