Blue Plague: The Great Silence

by Emery C. Walters

The Blue Plague - Emery C. Walters
Editions:ePub: $ 3.99
Pages: 20

Bruce flew first class, a company perk because he’d been beaten during a third world project. Next to him was a service dog only slightly less annoying than the woman owner across the aisle. “Poor baby; he was bitten by a monkey.” Unknown, then, the dog was the vector for a plague that would soon sweep the planet.

A young flight attendant offered to help Bruce home and to stay with him while on break. Burk was more than helpful. Within days, he was organizing Bruce’s home for survival as they watched civilization begin to fall apart. Slowly, they collected others in need, including a young woman  becoming a man, Then they heard the cathedral bells, calling survivors to pray in their own ways. Could love bloom amidst the apocalyptic death and destruction despite their age difference?

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Excerpt:

I walked back in the house and down the basement stairs, flicking the lights on twice before I remembered. I went back to the kitchen, rifling the drawers until I found a flashlight, and went back down again

Yes it was dark, obviously. I laughed at my fears. I stepped off the bottom step and off to my left—something moved. I had the flashlight in my left hand because I’d been holding the railing with my right one on the way down. Of course, I dropped it, and it fell on my toe, bounced off, lit the ceiling and went out. Something brushed my face, and I screamed, as they say, like a little girl. I forgot I had two wrenches in my back pocket and stood there clutching the railing, grateful I hadn’t fallen on my face in—whatever had moved. Was it inching closer? What was it?

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A light bounced off the railing and onto the floor, Steps thudded down behind me and something soft pushed into me, almost knocking me over into the thing. Done screaming, too scared now to squeak to be honest, I saw the light from  the other flashlight come over my shoulder and light on a moving mass of mice and rats and bugs, crawling over and devouring what had once been a person. At least I presumed it had been, because it had a hand with a ring on it.

Finn’s voice quivered behind me. “Now in a role playing game, that would come alive and we’d have to fight it to get the ring and…”

I said, “No thanks, I’m out of here! Thank you for saving me!” Luckily for what bit of ego I had left I remembered I was the adult and turned Finn around to go upstairs ahead of me. But he wouldn’t let me do it. “I have the flashlight. You go ahead. Age before beauty, you know,” he finished that more quietly. We got upstairs without incident, and Finn just closed the door firmly behind me.

“We’re still having pizza right? The oven’s almost up to temperature! And,” he smiled sweetly at me, “there’s beer in the fridge and it’s still cold, too. You’d like a cold beer, wouldn’t you? To settle your nerves? Because fuck me sideways, I sure would.”

We ended up sitting at the kitchen table, which I noticed was from the fifties and probably worth a fortune by now. Finn stuffed some dish towels in the crack beneath the basement door to make me feel better, got out some beer, and popped the pizza in the oven. It hadn’t occurred to me that people might have gas ovens, since my house had been updated to all electric years ago. What else had I probably overlooked?

When Burk came in, following the aroma of the pizza cooking, he washed up, grabbed a beer, and joined us. I told him about the radios in the cars and he got excited and wanted to go get them right then. Finn made him wait and eat with us first.

After, Finn went into the garage with him and I, being no smarter than an hour ago, went upstairs to check out the bedrooms. I wished I hadn’t. One was full of toys, and I felt like a thief taking some small cars for the boy at the church, but I said a feeble promise to the child who had owned them, that they would give another child pleasure. And then I took the clothes, just piles of little boy shorts and shirts, shoes… knowing in my brain if not in my heart that they would be put to much better use at the church, than here.

After that I couldn’t take it anymore, and as soon as the kids were ready, their hands stuffed with radio parts and more food and beer, we left to walk home, before it got dark. I hoped we’d never have to go there again.

That night, after we had all gone to bed, Burk came to my room.

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About the Author

Emery C. Walters was born Carol Forde, a name he soon knew didn’t fit the boy inside. Transition was unknown back then; so he married and then bore and raised four children, mostly on his own. When his youngest child, his gay son, left the nest, Emery told Carol that she had to step aside, and he fully transitioned from female to male in 2001.

Emery worked in county government and as a college writing tutor before retiring and becoming a gentleman author. He and his wife Robyn, herself raised mistakenly as a boy, live on Maui where they combine snorkeling, scuba diving, and volunteer work with activities to boost LGBT rights and awareness.

Interested in the martial art of Ninjutsu, land and underwater photography, and writing, Emery can most often be found writing, reading, or sailing on his imaginary pirate ship.

Emery’s 2010 first novel, 'Last Year's Leaves' is an intense story of recovery from abuse, finding love, living through loss, and coming out whole. For all the intensity, the book is laced with his trademark humor. His recent publications include six other, less intense coming of age novels involving coming out and overcoming obstacles as well as two books of short stories, a collection of six novellas, a completely straight kids’ book, and about thirty eBooks and anthology stories. All are immensely humorous and filled with hope. Drystan the Dire, Emery’s Welsh pirate ancestor, shows up in his stories from time to time to help out and to annoy the bad guys.

Between them, the Walters have eight adult children, umpteen grandchildren, and three never-seen great grandchildren, none of whom can do a thing about the genetic material handed down to them - their gift to the future. So there.


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