There was sand still on the tops of her feet; some of it wet and the rest frantically jumping ship as each step she took on that hot clay path made it impossible for anything to stay in one place for too long.
Unless:
'Aha!' she silently implodes, 'shade!'
And in adjusting her tiresome drag to a enthusiastic gallop, she thinks, 'I'll rest just awhile under this politely bowing palm. There must be a drop of water, too. There must.' Reaching the line in the ground drawn by the edge of the dank shadow cast by the palm, she looks up slowly.
'You, sir, have impeccable timing'.
And so as not to be rude, she mimics the social gesture, arching her body over in his direction. She bends low, and to be sure she is taken seriously, holds the pose for several long seconds.
Then, as the girl finally goes to place her first step into this cool secret sanctuary, she closes her eyes and waits to see if she can feel the climate change on the little blond hairs that grow unabashedly from the knuckles on her big toe.
"Eureka! What a lovely home. I just love what you've done with the place. I hate to impose, but if you insist I must, then I shall stay and visit with you, old friend, but just for a while, okay?" She thanks the giant gentleman for his hospitality and then repeats to herself with a hum of self restraint, 'just awhile. just awhile.'
God was brushing the sky with bold wisps of dark indigo on the wet underbelly belonging to a canvas that was mostly electric blue, though in the higher places it was far too hot for any color to survive. The space between those brushstrokes and the sea were blurry, yet unmistakably ominous in their intent. The young girl knew what this indigo phantom would bring, but knowing what is to come, she thought, sometimes made it harder to decide what to do.
'Boy, I sure am thirsty. Would it be rude of me to ask you for a quick drink, kind sir? Nothing strong, as I have yet to finish my travels this evening.' Reaching into a cluster of palm leaves, she grunts and fidgets until she had a hold on what she was after. And in one swift motion, she looks away and whispers, 'forgive me' while tearing a sizable coconut from the grasps of its father.
"No, gosh no, it's fine, you are so kind to offer, but I have brought my own. You see?" so with that the young girl pulls from a sheath on her thigh the serrated blade you might see attached to a jungle mercenary, a navy seal, or anyone who would need to cut through anything at anytime
Unless:
'Aha!' she silently implodes, 'shade!'
And in adjusting her tiresome drag to a enthusiastic gallop, she thinks, 'I'll rest just awhile under this politely bowing palm. There must be a drop of water, too. There must.' Reaching the line in the ground drawn by the edge of the dank shadow cast by the palm, she looks up slowly.
'You, sir, have impeccable timing'.
And so as not to be rude, she mimics the social gesture, arching her body over in his direction. She bends low, and to be sure she is taken seriously, holds the pose for several long seconds.
Then, as the girl finally goes to place her first step into this cool secret sanctuary, she closes her eyes and waits to see if she can feel the climate change on the little blond hairs that grow unabashedly from the knuckles on her big toe.
"Eureka! What a lovely home. I just love what you've done with the place. I hate to impose, but if you insist I must, then I shall stay and visit with you, old friend, but just for a while, okay?" She thanks the giant gentleman for his hospitality and then repeats to herself with a hum of self restraint, 'just awhile. just awhile.'
God was brushing the sky with bold wisps of dark indigo on the wet underbelly belonging to a canvas that was mostly electric blue, though in the higher places it was far too hot for any color to survive. The space between those brushstrokes and the sea were blurry, yet unmistakably ominous in their intent. The young girl knew what this indigo phantom would bring, but knowing what is to come, she thought, sometimes made it harder to decide what to do.
'Boy, I sure am thirsty. Would it be rude of me to ask you for a quick drink, kind sir? Nothing strong, as I have yet to finish my travels this evening.' Reaching into a cluster of palm leaves, she grunts and fidgets until she had a hold on what she was after. And in one swift motion, she looks away and whispers, 'forgive me' while tearing a sizable coconut from the grasps of its father.
"No, gosh no, it's fine, you are so kind to offer, but I have brought my own. You see?" so with that the young girl pulls from a sheath on her thigh the serrated blade you might see attached to a jungle mercenary, a navy seal, or anyone who would need to cut through anything at anytime
