Lady Sun: Marni MacRae by Marni MacRae

Author:Marni MacRae
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

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I was happy. Filthy, and grimy, and my leg still burned, but I felt truly happy. Lucas and I had devoured the bag of nuts and split one of the candy bars. It was a strange one I had never heard of, called a Yorkie. It had a bright blue wrapper, and the slogan on the side said; it’s not for girls. Of course, that only goaded me into buying it. No one can tell me I can’t eat candy. I had thought the guy at the checkout was going to give me a hard time, but he hadn’t, and now I relished the chunky chocolate bar, eating with defiance. Take that, you Brits, it is for girls after all.

Lucas had brought me water, and I downed two cups before I felt better. Then he filled up the two water bottles, as well as his tall thermos, and left me to ‘go hunting.’ Apparently, even though the manly chocolate was good, he insisted we needed some protein. I didn't argue with him; I do love me some protein.

Lucas had dragged my suitcase close to me and promised to check my bandages later in the day. I didn’t want them to stick to any scabs forming, and I hoped that later he would take me to the beach where I could remove them. The sun and breeze would air out the wounds and assist in scabbing. I planned on replacing the strips at night for sleeping. He had said it was a good plan and vowed to be back soon before he kissed me goodbye. On any day of the week in suburbia, it might have been a normal domestic scene.

I opened my case and found my toothbrush and toothpaste. I brushed and scrubbed and spit and rinsed three times before I judged my mouth was up to sparkling standards. I drank some more water and began the very long task of taking out my braids and untangling my long hair.

Once the braids were finally free, I began brushing out the sand and tangles. It took some time and a lot of patience as my waist and hip didn’t like the stretching, also, I was only able to hold my arms up for a few minutes before I began to fatigue. I knew I was not in good shape when I finally sat, panting, my arms tingling and tiny black spots darting across my vision. I relaxed for a few minutes then forged on, determined to feel human, and this was the only ‘sitting still’ project I had.

I poured a bottle of water over my head, letting it run over my face, down my hair and across my shoulders, taking a mini-shower while sitting in the sand on palm fronds. I brushed out my hair once more, intent on removing all of the sand and any remaining tangles. Then I rested for ten minutes and repeated the process. By the end of it all, I had scrubbed my face

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