Hosting (Part 13) by Hazar Worth

Saturday, February 20, 2010

“…Each star bends. Each star reflects. Each star enters. Each star captures…”

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Each star that hasn’t fallen.

Each star that shall fall ….

Each star that won’t fall.

Each star tells of a significant story.
Every star has foreshadowed the unforetold story.

Each star bends. Each star reflects.
Each star enters. Each star captures.

Every star shall soon become…..significant.

She wasn’t late but she wasn’t on time either.

‘When the specialist told me that the infection would only spread throughout my system and attack my joints if I continue to perform, then what other choice was left for me to choose…..?’

Behind their table, she had been watching a very well dressed elderly couple eating and small talking; both were well dressed for tonight’s ceremony….

She was never good at guessing anyone’s age, and she wasn’t going to estimate or assign any age value to the couple. Experience had taught her to recognize that intangible quality possessed by each individual. Whether an individual had recognized this intangible quality or not, did not negate the realization how each individual stands in possession of this intangible, almost invisible quality.

That was why she found herself very drawn to the man who was sitting across from her dressed in a dark suit of charcoals and pinstripes; whose lips and dark eyes of Summer’s nights held many secrets and quiet regards not easily breached by an outsider.

“…That was why she found herself very drawn to the man who was sitting across from her dressed in a dark suit of charcoals and pinstripes; whose lips and dark eyes of Summer’s nights held many secrets and quiet regards not easily breached by an outsider…”

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Their waiter was a very beautiful man. His beauty being neither feminine,delicate, rugged, or common. In this pants’ pocket, he carried a piece of paper that had the Number Information written down for him by one of his customers.

‘Could we have another round of lemon-ade?’

‘Of course Ma’am. And you Sir… Can I get you anything….?’

‘..No thank you. I am fine right now, thanks…’

She watched their waiter’s movements as his hands and arms moved to gather their empty tall heavy glasses.His body moved with coordinates and schematics that spoke of a discipline she had not recognized immediately, but stirred at her awareness like the salts of sweat that she had tasted during her intense training and conditioning sessions.

‘…And what about yourself? You had a very good career going for yourself at the InterNational Competitions. Why are you here?’

His dark eyes felt like some night where significant dreams broke from their constraints, and roamed the moments unhindered by the lurking anticipation of morning. He was studying how the fabric of her black dining gown told him so much more about her …..

‘The Hosts of the Hosting Church reached out to me when I was having my problems with the I.N.C. My sponsors were quick to dump me, and my fan-base only wanted to despise me. Even my family turned on me. But the Hosts of the Hosting Church didn’t choose to blame me or indict me. I was given….a home. I was given a home that I never had.’

A polite round of applause flittered throughout the restaurant, decorated and arranged to celebrate the night’s main event. The speaker approached the Speaker’s Mount, that was adorned with the peach colored flowers from the orchard fields of the country.

‘Thank you, kind minds and kind wills. Your continuing support and understanding of the Hosts of Hosting Church’s mission has remained true and steadfast for the many that the Hosts of the Hosting Church continues to serve. Our hearts and our thoughts shall continue to embrace the kindness of your thoughts and the kindness of your understanding…’

Their beautiful waiter returned with their second round of lemon-ade poured into two tall and heavy glasses. The flittering of applause filled the restaurant once more. His movements continued to hold her attention again, as if she was reliving some dream she was yet to have….

Behind their table, the elderly couple did not stir from eating and enjoying their soup. His eyes were sharp and alive, as he smiled and touched her hand rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.

The movements of their beautiful waiter seemed to have caught the attention of those in attendance, as he left their table and made his way to the other stations that he was assigned to cover this evening. Even his voice made her think, for some reason, about a kiss she had shared when she was younger.

His lips felt minty and prickly against her lips. She felt her body tingling as his lips briefly parted to trace invisible lines of arousal along her neck that made her speak and beg for him to ‘..touch me…please touch me…’.

“…She felt her body tingling as his lips briefly parted to trace invisible lines of arousal along her neck that made her speak and beg for him to ‘..touch me…please touch me…’

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‘This past tenure was the most successful tenure that the Hosts of the Hosting Church had ever experienced. The strength of understanding that we have received from so many people during the past tenure reflects how the needs of the Many are growing deeper, and that the tenements of the Hosts of the Hosting Church will continue to meet the needs of the Many.’

More applause flittered throughout the restaurant as the face of the speaker remained calm even as a brief smile momentarily wanted to occupy the speaker’s face…..

Her fingers stroke the contours and textures of her tall, heavy lemon-ade glass.

He noticed how the candle’s glow warmly traced the quieter seasons of her lips. The black fabric of her dinning gown could not erode away the knowledge that her body had gained through those
countless hours of training and dedication to her former craft…..

‘What do you miss the most about no longer competing at the InterNational level?’

His mind was startled by her question.

‘Many people wanted to assume for me that I had everything I needed. I was the youngest ever to enter InterNational Competitions, and I was the youngest to reach the ranks of the Inner Centres. But for each accomplishment gained in the name of the Nation, I was losing more of me than I had bargained for.’

Behind him, he could hear her coughing.

‘This past tenure has placed the Hosts of the Hosting Church at a very unique position – one that can continue to provide the Many and the All with an opportunity to rise from the former prisons that have made men and women at odds against themselves, and at odds against one another….’

His calm face charged the words and thoughts shared with the audience. Applause returned to occupy the empty branches of the speaker’s pause..

‘Dreams are always easier to think about….’

Her words didn’t surprise him but oddly enough, placed him off-balance a bit..

‘Why do you say that…?’

She carried her finger-tips from the tall and heavy lemon-ade glass to the comforting shores of her bare arms, folding her arms agaisnt the black fabric of her dining gown to stroke the backs of her rendered and toned biceps.

‘My first serious injury was nothing more than a badly turned ankle that swelled twice its size. I was sidelined for a whole month … that was a very difficult time for me because I’d thought that I would never be able to return to performing…..’

Her eyes studied the face of the elderly man as he reached across his table to give her a glass of water for the cough that was picking up more and more momentum.

‘The Hosts of the Hosting Church embraces every individual here this evening, in a show of our tireless appreciation for the kindness, for the understanding, and for the generous support that was provided during our most difficult times of decisions made….’

Their very beautiful waiter returned to their table.

‘Is everything okay here with you two…?’

Applause filled the unoccupied branches once more. Behind their table, he could hear the phlegm of her cough growing sticky and thick like the resins from the High Hollow trees that populated the coastline of the Nation.

‘…Ma’am….? Ma’am, are you alright..?’

The beautiful waiter placed his hand against the shoulder of the coughing elderly woman. Her face was engulfed by the color-flames of purple’s wounded black.

Her body fell towards the floor of the restaurant as the applause continued to take gather…..

‘…I am going to need a Medical Tech… I am going to need a Medical Tech..’

The voice of the elderly man soared across the restaurant in a manner that was only known by him when he stood between his abusive Father and his battered Stepmother. His nose never properly healed from their battled that would ensue…..

‘M.T.– M.T. — M.T.– M.T…..’

Voices throughout the restaurant carried the urgent letters from ceiling to walls, from walls to floor until several Medical Technicians appeared to attend to the elderly woman on the floor losing light slowly from her eyes that stared past the gathering faces, past the collusion of voices and desparation, and past the night chosen to celebrate the deeds of the Hosts of the Hosting Church.

He felt her tremble in his arms. Her body felt appropriate against his body. The tall heavy glass of lemon-ade her been tipped by her hand in realization of what was happening behind their table, and behind him. His fingers and hand carefully removed her long dark brown hair from her face and eyes, careful enough to soothe her senses as his thumb stroked across the distinctive lines of her cheekbones, and her face….

His own body was feeling closer to the fires now; closer to the fires where the wounds from dreams and dreaming returns every once in a while to those willing to wait, and to those willing to understand how the depths and the heights are one of the same..

The beautiful waiter made his way back to the kitchen were the other servers, and cooks, and chef were gathered while several members from the Hosts of the Hosting Church presided over the rituals for the dead elderly woman on the floor of the restaurant. As murmurs and words conspired openly in shock, surprise, and dismay, the beautiful waiter quietly moved toward the servants’ bathroom where her entered an unoccupied stall to relieve the memory once more.

Feeling the hands of his older half-brother around his throat, when his secret was learned. The bitterly harsh words dissolving as the beautiful waiter surrendered his mind to the place where held no fear, no empathy, no guilt, and no doubt.

The venomous words of his older half-brother tasting sweeter and sweeter, and sweeter…..

From his pants’ pocket, he took the piece of paper out and studied the Numbers and letters intently. His mind enraptured by the image of feeling his full-lips being tasted and pursued by his full lips later on into the night, where the celebrations and the sorrows shall meet to soothe and to heal one another under the blinding beauty of countless stars near and beyond dreams.

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