Before the Savior

Before Egypt, the Myan, Glöbekli Tepe, Sadom and Gumorrah there was a time long forgotten by what we now consider modern day. Long before what you may consider a savior, such as Christ.

There was a connection like no other known to the earth since those times. A connection we find evidence of on a regular basis and..... "Joshon"!

"Yes Hanni, what do you want! I'm Busy!"

Hanni walks in Joshon's room, and throws a pillow at his head.

Barley dodging the pillow by a feather he stands up, knocking over his fresh plum berry juice, imported from earth all over his writing pad. Slightly agitated, he turns to his little sister and smiles lovingly.

"Stop it sister, I am starting on my new novel, and I don't want to be interupreted!"

Hanni laughs it off, "mommy said take out the trash, and I wanna play!"

"Why can't you take out the trash Hanni?"

"Because mom asked you to do it!" Hanni says as she puts her index finger in her brother's abdomen.

A little more agitated, Joshon picks up his cup and calmly walks out of his room and turns to the left down his dim hallway. It's morning, and the dim glow of the sun is flowing through windows in the kitchen and bouncing off of the 15 foot high walls like a heavenly ray.

There's a familiar humming coming from ahead, accompanied by a sweet tangy aroma!

Joshon walks slowly along the marble flooring towards the glowing light, sweet smells. His agitation melting away, he passes two rooms on his left and a bathroom on his right. In a daze, he walks into a wondrous kitchen and starts staring at what is on the table.

"Joshon, how long is going to take you to take out the trash? I know your sister told you it needed to be done!"

Joshon, dragging his feet, walks over to to the reclomater, and pushes the disposal button.

"Ok mom, and couldn't Hanni do this? it's literally like pushing a button, but maybe not as hard!"

"Really " Joshon's mom replies sarcastically.

"I told you it's about getting up, it's about principal, it's keeping your house in order! What if I didn't get up and cook for you? You would still be in there writing away. "

" So now you're going to tell me it's a waste of time and it's not a career" Joshon says as he cuts his mother off.

Continuing to cut the freshly picked eggle fruit to be fried for the rest of the breakfast, focusing on her fruit and says " Joshon Rekmar, I am not your father. I will support my son in whatever he chooses to pursue. But what kind of mother would I be if I didn't show you how to keep a house and home. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't show you good work ethic and didn't expect the same from you?" She's carries the cut fruit to the instant fryer.

"I'm sorry, mom, what's for breakfast?"

"How about you tell me what you are writing about? So much so that has you so flustered this morning that you don't even want to your chores!" Mrs. Rekmar says as she gets everyone's plates together.

"Well, promise you won't laugh!" he says as if he wearing his heart of his sleeve.

Laughingly she says "okay"

"Alright, you promise?" he asks with wide eyes.

"Yes Joshon, tell me what it's about, I will be serious."

"Okay" He says slowly. "I am writing a fantasy novel, it's about if something bad happened, and everyone had to resettle on Earth! And what if what happened was so bad, life had basically reset, and Earth was all we had! Lost all our technology, and history, almost everything we are! What if we had to dwell in caves, for years?

Now what if in these times, a story emerges telling everyone of how this world was, how we actually lived before this catastrophe came to pass? My story is about that. I have so many details in my head, I have to put it in a book!"

"Wow Joshon, that's a whole lot to process baby. What kind of disaster would this be?" Mrs. Rekmar asks with deep concern, she tries to hide on her face. "Have you told your father?"

"Well maybe a war..... of sorts, and I haven't told dad."

Her face, showing nothing, but a loving smile as her concerns get worse comforts Joshon. "If you feel like it needs to be on pad, then write my son, get it out, don't hold it in. But, don't tell your father, that's a sort of propaganda, and you wouldn't want him to find out!"

"Propaganda? What about that is propaganda? It's just a story! And I'm making up all the characters!"

"Joshon, it's time to eat." Mrs. Rekmar says as she hands him his breakfast. " Now where's your sister "

Joshon stops with concern, turns and starts running back down the hallway......