The Journey of Jimini Renn won a Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention
I can't beleive this happened. Thank you to the contest coordinators and judges.
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In a world without surface water, Jimini Renn wants nothing more than to live inside the protective walls of Adam City for the rest of his life, but his little brother has other ideas.
As far as Jimini is concerned, Adam City has everything he needs. It has a well that provides much-needed water, food, and safety from the dangers of the outside world. When his bookworm of a brother leaves to chase waterfalls, Jimini must follow even though he knows it will probably mean his death. When the first person he meets on the outside pulls a gun on him, he’s proven right. No one who calls himself a slaver and has a gun has Jimini’s safety in mind, even if he is sexy. The journey Jimini expects isn’t the one he gets.
“I will not hurt you, sir,” Jimini said and tried to keep some of the fear out of his voice. He knew he was unsuccessful, though.
He moved the jug of water next to the man and tried to move away as quickly as possible, but the man grabbed his hand in such a tight grip Jimini couldn’t get away from him even if he tried. The man pulled him down and took the jug with his other hand. He held it out to Jimini. Jimini looked at the jug and then at the man, trying to figure out what the man wanted from him.
“Help me,” the man whispered, so lightly Jimini could barely hear it.
Jimini nodded, taking the jug from the man with his free hand. “Let go of my hand and I’ll prop you up so you can drink. In exchange, I ask that you do not shoot the gun again.”
The man still held on to him as if his life depended on it. Jimini sat the jug down beside him. He placed his hand on the man’s gently and tried to pry his fingers away one at a time. It was pointless. His grip tightened even more. Jimini sighed and started working around the restriction.
“Why?” The man croaked out when Jimini moved his body, so he was cradling the man’s head in his lap.
Jimini pushed the weight of the man up as best as he could and wriggled around until they both sat up. “I’m misunderstanding the question.” Jimini handed the jug back to the man. “Drink slowly, not a lot all at once.”
The man tipped the jug up and took a long drink, some spilling out of the corners of his mouth, not listening to Jimini’s words of caution at all. “Do you not understand my words?”
Jimini reached for the jug with one hand, the other bracing them both with a fist in the dirt. He took the jug and set it down beside them. “You need to go slow with it, let your body adjust to the water. Going from nothing to full could make you sick.”
The man was heavy against him, his long dark hair tickled Jimini’s face as it came to rest against his shoulder.
“Why are you helping me?” The man asked. His voice was deep, and he sounded better this time as if the water wetted his throat enough to speak clearly.
“Why wouldn’t I extend help?” Jimini asked.