He leaned toward her and brushed the still damp curl from her cheek. Their eyes didn’t meet. Though he searched for hers, she was firmly transfixed on the small bug inching its way across Harry’s broad shoulder. She squashed it and looked up. Their eyes passed each other like two drifters off to see the world, for now Harry had found a more intriguing sight. Nestled or tangled, he wasn’t sure, in her tresses, was a large grayish-yellow spider, carefully he plucked it from its nest and flung it across the tent. It hit the wall with a soft pop and slid into the folds of the waiting sleeping bag.
“Ewhh”, Sophie admonished, “couldn’t you throw it outside?”
“Later”, he said gruffly and reached toward her.
“Oh. Humffph”, she sighed, “I’ll get it then.” She grabbed the flashlight, found the wriggling victim, unzipped the tent, and stepped into the breezy night air.
"I'm going to give it a proper burial", she said and moved quickly away from the tent.
Then the green minty poison spun him into a fitful sleep.
To be continued or not….
About Me
- harry
- It seems I have suffered and survived a few insults and injuries to my cranium, thus my memory does not lend itself to one seamless life I could call my own. Instead, my life seems to be one dim episode after another documented by a random and rather odd conglomeration of assorted biographers who, for some bizarre reason, seem compelled to document my trials as if I were a remarkable hero. Heroism can take many forms. Perhaps it is finding fresh strawberries in November for the Manhattan socialite's crepes as she breaks her fast. Perhaps it is found in a multitude of skills, lucky breaks and death defying feats. It may be true that piloting my faithful rig, Betsy, through the Canadian Rockies is not for the weak of spirit, mind or body; I claim no special talents other than devoted love and endless hope. Love of a good truck, a good cup coffee and a good adventure. Hope of self-actualization and...Sophie? If you desire a chronological –not necessarily logical- plotline begin reading at the January 26 2006 post - The Not So Constant Gardener - and follow subsequent postings to present day.
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