Jonah’s Story: Wodin

Jonah’s Story: Wodin
Feeling Paranoid, True Enemy or False Friend?
Anxiety is Attacking me and my Air is getting Thin.
I’m in Trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet.
I’m Chomping at the bit and my Palms are getting wet.
Sweating Bullets!

Sweating Bullets

Megadeath

That Day was like any other with exception of the two Ravens who kept Following us Around. They’d been with us since Dawn. I’d even tried to scare them off with a couple shots from my Twelve Gauge. Didn’t work, so we just tried to ignore Them.
When we stopped for the Day, I realized the Ravens were no longer with us. “Jo, did you see when the Ravens left us?”
“No.”
“Rebeka did you see the Ravens leave us?”
“Sure. They just Left.”
“Which way did They go?”
“Dunno. Why do you give a Shit?”
“Cause I Felt like They were Watching Us.”
“They’re just Birds, Jonah. ‘Eff ‘em!” Declared Jo.
So then we set up camp in silence. It was my turn to cook, so I decided to make my World Famous Fish Stew with Bacon. By the time the Stew was done we were all famished. We ate well and then fired up our Pipes. High Living.
“What was that sound?” Asked Rebeka.
“What sound?”
“I just heard a twig crack over there.” Rebeka pointed ‘over there’ with her Beretta.
“Don’t shoot!” A voice from the Darkness: “I’m unarmed.”
“Show yourself!” I yelled.
“Here I am. Just an Old Man with his Staff.” And so he Was. He wore a long, gray cloak and a pointed hat several sizes too big for his Head. He had a patch over his Left Eye.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“I am.”
“Liam?”
“Whatever.” He replied.
Jo whispered: “Jonah, I think he said ‘I am’”
“So he did. What’s your Name?”
“Wodnesday. My friends call me Woden.”
“Fair enough, Wodnesday, where did you come from?”
He pointed with his staff. “Over there.” He said with a chuckle.
“Funny. What’s your Diagnosis?”
“Schizophrenia.”
“Are you Alone?”
“Yes . . . I mean no. I have my Ravens.”
“Those birds are Yours? They’ve been following us All Day.”
“So have I.” Woden declared.
“Why?”
“You are the first Humans I have seen in a month of Sundays.”
“Ditto.”
“Do you have something to Eat?” Inquired Woden. “Something Smells Delicious.”
“Jo, fix the man a bowl of Stew.”
“Do you have any Mead, perchance?”
“No. How ‘bout some Rye?”
“Wonderful! I haven’t had a drink for Some time Now.”
“Have Your Ravens eaten?”
“I don’t know. Huginn and Muninn usually find something along the Way. I’ll ask. Caw Caw Caw?” He croaked.
“Caw Caw Caw.” The Ravens replied.
“They are Hungry.”
“Jo. Two more bowls and a shot of Rye, Please.”
“Bless you, Friend.”
“You’re Welcome, but I ain’t your Friend, Brother.”
Woden frowned. “Apologies, Sir.” He took the bowl and cup from Jo. “Thank you, Sister.”
Woden was silent as he and the Ravens ate. Jo and I cleaned up while Rebeka kept watch.
“How bout another shot of Rye?” Asked Woden.
“Jo?” I asked.
“Sure, Boss.”
“Thank you. I do enjoy the Effect of Spirits on my Spirit.”
“Your Welcome.”

Copyright 2014 Joel Paddon

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