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    Your Nihilistic Tea House
    Your Nihilistic Tea House
    Your Nihilistic Tea House
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    Your Nihilistic Tea House

    By Kyler Doss

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    A here-goes-nothing American boy - open to the things out there in the world - gets deeply involved with the boys of an Eastern European cult. But he's got the situation under control: his exit plan, the train to Budapest, will take him away whenever he wants. The one thing that Eli doesn't see coming is what his own feelings could do to him.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKyler Doss
    Release dateApr 28, 2022
    ISBN9781938181108
    Your Nihilistic Tea House
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    Kyler Doss

    Kyler Doss has got a pocketful of chocolate milk receipts from the bus depots he has gone through. His note on the reverse side of one of the receipts: Arizona rules. A graduate of the University of Arizona, Kyler writes fiction that is set in a lot of places - the coming-of-age stories boys in love would recognize on any map you can google or unfold.

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      Your Nihilistic Tea House - Kyler Doss

      1

      Bohemia

      BOHEMIA HAS got the best beer in the world, which is why I went there. I had graduated from high school in December and wanted to have some fun in the spring. I was not a troubled man, and I didn't have any plans for joining somebody's church.

      My plan was to stay there until the money ran out, then go home. I didn't expect to really meet people, because I didn't speak Czech, but I had already met a few.

      I noticed one day that this kid named Charles was in the hotel lobby like he always was. He said he knew who I was looking for. That would have been my Russian drinking buddy.

      I will tell him you want him, Charles said.

      It dawned on me that Charles had studied me since the day I checked in. When I came down the stairs or I turned a corner, there he was, looking at me. His eyes were nearby planets coming over the horizon. He wanted to see what this foreign world of mine had to offer.

      How old are you, Charles?

      15, sir.

      I'm not sir, I'm 18. I got out some money to give him.

      No, sir. He wouldn't take it. I am your friend.

      I gave him a smile. Tell him to meet me at the tea house around 4 o'clock.

      I wanted tea for a change. Plus, Sergei made more sense when he was sober.

      Consider it done, Charles said, and turned to go.

      Wait, I said. Where did you hear a phrase like that?

      He stopped but wouldn't answer the question. Still, everything about him, from his eyes to his blue-and-orange plaid shirt, said that he wanted to talk.

      Let's have a seat, I said.

      But the message.

      We have time.

      We found a green sofa under a large mirror. The brown carpet kept the lobby gloomy, as if the effect was intended.

      I am very curious, he said.

      About what?

      He made me feel like I knew something I didn't know. I didn't see how he could take me seriously. The shirt I had thrown on to go downstairs was as wild as something the jazz band would wear. They were the house band that played across the street from my room, loud and very late in the night. I could never escape the music, which I didn't like.

      What do they talk about at the tea house? Charles said.

      I had to think. We never talked about anything personal. I couldn't describe, or remember, what we did talk about. Nothing, I said.

      Do you ever talk about real things?

      I felt stupid sitting there in the lobby. Every conversation at the tea house suddenly seemed absurd. And the conversations in the jazz club were mostly incoherent. I leaned against the cushions.

      You're a believer, I said, aren't you?

      They never came to the jazz club or the tea house, the believers, but they were around. And here was Charles.

      I was baptized in the river, he said.

      This was the first time I ever knew anything about him.

      There's something I want to know, I said. It was a rumor I had heard from Sergei. Is this town possessed?

      Jakub told me so. I should go now. The message.

      No, stay.

      He sat back down, more to the middle. The river was cold, he said.

      I'll bet.

      He opened his mouth to speak but the words caught. The sound was like the last note the jazz band would play in a song that was supposed to be subtle.

      It's okay, I said. Tell me.

      May I come with you?

      I gave him a hard look, fake. You've got work to do.

      Well after Charles had delivered his message, he and I set out together on foot. First he wanted to take me to the river, where it was just a passage of water through town. When he was baptized, they must have taken him to a place out in the country. Maybe the occasion was a spring day, with patches of snow on the ground.

      What will we talk about at the tea house? he said.

      Lies, I suppose. I wasn't trying to be cynical.

      Jakub says the truth will set you free.

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