A Time to Hide

Sunday, June 19, 2022

June was made for romance. It’s a time for growing and focusing on the goodness that lies within us. I guess June has always been that way. But a revolution—a revolution constantly eats away at the meager portion of good allotted to each man. I guess revolution’s always been that way too.

Now Junes come and Junes go, but this particular June would not be forgotten by these two. It was a time when Katherine and Hunter turned their thoughts away from the violence and hatred that comes with revolution... a time when they turned their hearts toward each other. He liked the way she smiled. She liked the way he held her hand.
Her heart drew her to his side each morning and ached when they parted each night. When she was near, he felt warm inside, and that was a good thing for a man with such a cold past. It was a warmth he had not known for years and something he needed more than he could explain, even to himself.

As the days passed through this particular June, their feelings for one another grew beyond smiling and holding hands, but he shared a small cabin in the woods with his friend Lennie, and she shared a nearby cabin with her sister Kelly.
Hunter’s light brown hair had grown back since he shaved his head last February—part of a disguise needed to save his life. Her hair was still the long, flowing brown hair that catches a man’s eye from a distance. They were both in their mid-thirties. He was handsome, and she was pretty.

To Hunter, every day with her was a day to be cherished, but to Katherine, each day was a mottled blend of love and frustration. The longing within her kept her awake during the warm summer nights and sent her to his side each morning. But the frustration returned each evening when they parted. It was as if she was reaching to pluck a bright, red apple from a limb swaying just beyond her reach—love and frustration.

They had known each other for only a short time, but together they had survived a lifetime of fear and danger. Hunter met Katherine shortly after he was drawn into the revolution last September, and since that time he had been in contact with her enough to fall for her. It was also enough for her father to develop a genuine dislike for him and the things he had done in the name of freedom. For the past nine months, their lives had been surrounded by constant risk, espionage, and death—but not this June. This June had been a time for romance.

This particular morning in this particular June found the two of them in a small row boat on a small lake in southern Ontario. Hunter fished, Katherine read, and the morning fog brought a stillness and a sense of privacy they rarely enjoyed.

June mornings on the lake were cool and damp, so they both wore jeans, long-sleeved shirts, and blousy, waterproof windbreakers that masked their true shapes and sizes. In reality, they were both average in height and slim in build. She because of her obsession with healthy eating and exercise, and he because of the four long months spent in a Homeland Guard prison.

It was only a few months ago that Hunter escaped and ran President Ronald Sneed out of office. He did it by posting a video of Sneed bowing to The Council as the corrupt group of billionaires dictated their self-serving policies he was to force upon the American public.

In spite of that big time revolutionary success, Hunter Benshore also carried around a rather awkward piece of baggage. Shortly after Sneed left Washington in shame, Hunter hacked into a Homeland Guard satellite, steered it out of orbit, and crashed it. Now crashing it was good, but unfortunately, he had been given sabotaged landing coordinates that guided the thing onto a nature preserve in Greenland. Hitting Greenland was a very unpopular mistake, unpopular with both friend and foe. Now, with everyone looking to get rid of him, he was hiding in Canada, and Katherine had come to hide with him.

Kelly was a few years younger than Katherine and was also attractive, though not as much so as her sister. Lennie was what some folks call full-grown… six three and three hundred plus pounds. He wasn’t particularly attractive, and the way he combed his hair from side-to-side, attempting to cover an expanding shiny spot, made him all the less appealing. Still, he was loved by all, and Hunter could not have chosen a better friend.

The meals the four of them ate in their wilderness hideaway weren’t that great, but they were a hundred times better than prison food, and there were three of them each day. Today’s meals, like yesterday’s, consisted of breads, canned goods, and meats that Kelly bought in town. Eggs were purchased for special occasions, and most snacks they ate consisted of whatever berries and fruits they could find in the scattered clearings near their cabins. And of course they had coffee. Hunter had to have his coffee.

For physical exercise, they hiked, cut firewood, and kept the cabins clean. It wasn’t well regimented, but it was enough to maintain their general health and manage their daily bouts with cabin fever. They had done well to hold onto their sanity out here. It was not easy going from a life in the middle of the action to an existence devoid of contact with the outside world.