Title: The Holy Ghost
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing with them.
Notes: I discovered the legend of the sand dollar, on a postcard I got at the beach in Oregon. I don't know the original source or the truth to it but it makes good trivia.
The Holy Ghost by Sunny
The wet sand sucked noisily under his feet leaving a trail of footsteps in the morning light, a testimony to his presence upon the Earth. A testimony that would be wiped away with the next wave of water that came crashing upon the shore. His shoelaces were tied together; shoes dangling over his shoulder just like his companions. Their pant legs were rolled up to keep them dry. Toby wondered, not for the first time, what he was doing in this place at this time. He nearly fell over mid-stride, as the hand clutching his own suddenly yanked him to the side.
He stood patiently as his lover bent over and picked up yet another treasure from the sand. Bemusedly, he watched as the sand was carefully brushed away and the treasure was slipped gently into the bag his lover carried.
"Did you know the Holy Ghost shell, otherwise known as the sand dollar, is one of nature's most unusual specimens of marine life?"
"Oh God, Jed," Toby moaned. "Not only have you dragged me out of bed at four in the morning now you're going to regale me with tales of nature?"
"Toby," the older man scolded. "How long have you known me?"
"Too long," Toby ventured with a sigh. Jed glared at Toby waiting for an answer. Toby let out a deep breath. "Ten…twelve…fourteen years. Almost fourteen years."
"And in those fourteen years have I ever not tried to teach you something," Jed asked.
"No," Toby replied softly.
"What makes you think now would be any different?"
"Couldn't you have taught me something in bed this morning?"
Jed grinned. "I don't know Toby. You seem to know a lot more than I do in that area."
"Well then maybe we can go back to the hotel and I can teach you something," Toby growled as he pulled Jed into his arms and began nibbling on his neck. Jed leant into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Toby and holding him close while Toby nipped and kissed on his neck. After a minute Jed pulled away.
"You are not distracting me from my mission," Jed warned. "We came here to enjoy the beach and enjoy it we shall."
"We're like the only people out here," Toby stated. "What does that tell you?"
"Everyone else is asleep?"
Toby groaned. "Which is what we should be doing."
"It was your idea to travel the states and see the country my friend," Jed reminded him as he grabbed Toby's hand and once again tugged him along the sand.
Toby followed reluctantly his mind racing for another attempt at going back to the hotel. "Why is it called the Holy Ghost," he asked suddenly.
"What," Jed asked not following Toby's line of thinking.
"The sand dollar why is it called the Holy Ghost?"
Jed stopped moving as quickly as he had begun and turned to smile at Toby. From the bag he pulled out his latest treasure. "See these markings on the shell," he asked as he held out the sand dollar. Toby nodded. "They symbolize the birth, the crucifixion and the resurrection of Christ. In the center of the markings is a five- pointed star that represents the star of Bethlehem. On the underside of the shell is an easily recognized outline of the Christmas Poinsettia."
Toby frowned at him skeptically. "Jed. As fascinating as this story is my feet are getting cold."
Jed looked down at their very wet feet. "That's because we're standing in the water."
"Can we move this science expedition down the beach? I'd like to keep my toes from shrinking."
"Anything else shrinking," Jed asked suggestively.
Toby smiled. "You won't find that out until we get back to the hotel."
"Wanna bet," Jed asked as he reached out and cupped the front of Toby's pants. "Nope. That feels fine."
"Dammit Jed," Toby swore as he sucked in a breath. "How did Abbey ever stay up with you?"
Jed smiled sadly. "She had her ways. Just like you have yours. Come on, I'm starting to feel a little tired."
Jed put the sand dollar back in the bag and grabbed Toby's hand as they walked back down the beach in the direction they had come from. A gentle breeze rose up on their backs gently pushing them to their destination.
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