Dance With The Sun

141 and invite them on shore for a beach banquet. Sebastian agreed on behalf of the others, and Sunny kissed them both and biting them on the chin he squeezed them tightly to his heart and let out another yell of joy that sent the watchful birds into flight, and raised the hair on the heads of all of them. They suddenly felt special and knew something was in the wind. They had no idea what was happening, but from the state the boy was in, they could tell that they had stumbled into the birth of an event that they would certainly never forget. Sunny had grown intense but euphoric. His eyes were glazed and his breathing intensified as he began to skip around them and laugh and cry that he had at last figured it out. He was manic. Madness took hold of his unrelenting joy.

Infectiously the mood washed over them all, and even Archie stared at the sudden transformation of his son to a height of joy he had never previously seen. With fear he looked at his boy, not knowing what the future was now expected to be. The grip was being loosened.

"Go, get ready and I’ll see you tonight. Come to where the bonfire will be blazing, the night is mine. I guarantee it will be fun. Be beautiful tonight, be very beautiful. BE SPECTACULAR!" Sebastian, with Peter, ran shorts in hand, back through the forest to tell his mother and sister what had been arranged. Stopping only once on their way to laugh, stare at each other, and embrace they soon arrived at the beach where they dumped their clothes, dived into the water and swam to the boat. Climbing dripping from the sea, they both rushed to hug and kiss Elizabeth and Katrina who were confronted with the exuberant and unabashed nudity of the boys excitement.

"Tonight we are having a party on the beach and I think it’ll be something wonderful. That boy is extraordinary.

I don't have any idea of what it is about him but he has moods that are so strong and infectious that I believe we’re in for one hell of a night. You should have seen him in the bush before. He was manic about something.

He has a plan or something but god knows what he’s on about."

"Well my goodness, put those things away, or go and do something with them in private, Your sister and I don't need to appreciate your excitement that much."

"Oh shit! I hadn't noticed. Sorry. We do look a bit much I guess, but that’s the point of it all, everything’s strange today. I feel suddenly very free. We’ll get a towel in a minute but can you help us get ready tonight I want to do something special, I feel it will deserve it. He said: ‘be spectacular.’ " Archie and Sophie failed to understand the exuberant display their boy put on that afternoon. They tried to speak to him but he would only say that he knew it all now. He knew the future. He laughed uncontrollably, and away from their sight he burst into tears. He recalled the way he had dreamed of his parents desecration. Yes he had fucked with their life. He had fucked with everyone's life, but he would fix it now. He could make it right.

They thought he was special. He certainly had been so special that he was no longer human, but amends would be made. He would make it right again. He could be himself. Just a little boy. Nothing else was important. It was himself that he could accept. He was only part of it, not the centre, just a cog, trying to play his part. It was so simple.

Just after sunset, from the boat they could see the flickering of light several hundred metres up the beach, as a pile of logs gradually became engulfed in flame. The time had arrived, so they rowed ashore and walked to where Sophie and Archie were busily arranging food on a flower covered table. The Draytons were in their summer whites again, but this time the visitors put on a much more extravagant show. Elizabeth had put up her hair and wound a pearl necklace through it so that in her long flowing sheer black dress she looked very regal, even in her bare feet. Katrina too looked beautiful in her white skirt split to the waist and lace bra covering her tanned breasts. The boys however, were exceptionally, and daringly spectacular this evening. Both were heavily made up so that their faces were painted like pagan gods. Their oiled torsos shone in the light of the moon and fire, and low around their waist they had tied silver chains borrowed from Elizabeth, from which were suspended short strips of black cloth that barely covered their buttocks when standing still, and hid nothing front or back when they moved. They were sure that no one would object to such exhibitionism, as long as they refrained from becoming too excited.