We stared at the three barrels of rum, amusing the skills that took to bury them in the ground for so long. I say that they’ve done a good job. After hours of digging that let nothing but an ounce of sweat, it finally surfaced at the verge of our hopes at the expense of a quitter. “What do you think ?” my partner asked looking towards the two boys.He lifted a barrel and waited for my answer.
And the boy with a brown skin took a steady pace, along with his friend. “Happy new year, sir…”
“Well, we shall see…” I said at the three on the ground level. The deal was to take one for each, but the fate intervened to quit our third partner. It also happens to set up with the two fortunate lads, less than five feet tall with those heads inclined to meet that of mine.
“You see that I am an honest man, even in this devilish business. Say that I’m kind and take three hundred rupees each…”
The boy looked surprised and,
“It is in my grandfather’s grave…”
“And you two think that it gives a leverage, boy. A week ago, you didn’t know anything about the place…”
“There is a word they call…” my partner stumbled for a word,” Inheritance…”
I took seven hundred and gave them to the boy. I gave an extra hundred just out of curiosity, to see how he shares with his friend, instead…
“We want a barrel..”
The boy finally said their extreme point of demand and my partner began to laugh.
“A barrel for a boy who barely stops pissing his bed.” My partner rhymed his words and I couldn’t resist purchasing a grin.
I went near him and,
“Are you a Christian?”
“You do pray a lot, don’t you?”
“Yes, we do…”
“You get what thy deserves, don’t you? I once read in your…”
And just like that, it happened.
After few seconds of confusion, the boy began to wear the grin. In fact, I would’ve done the same. A lazy kid in the neighborhood or a teenage prick might have lit a cracker, with either a tail in a wrong direction or to poke the graveyard. It came straight towards my partner who was carrying two barrels, and in his second of ignorance, he began to defend himself with one of the barrels. It only took a tiny spark for the long-awaited alcohol to suffice the thirst and thereby, it took the first shot at our drinks.
Four of us sat beside a tombstone and began to taste rum from the leaks, with smoke and sparks in the sky, slipping into hours of the new year.
-Thank you for reading…