Rebel
By the second hour of the second day, Lily’s body had a great deal to say to me, and all of it was profanity.
During the one mile warm up run, I felt my blisters bleeding through my socks. After the obstacle course with its ropes and cargo nets and monkey bars, my shoulder locked up and the wounds on my hands opened, wept, and dried into the palm wraps. After that, every time I closed my hand around the training staff the cloth pulled at raw skin like it wanted to rip my hands off. There was a bruise over my ribs shaped like the Osric cousin’s elbow and a deeper ache underneath it that I chose not to investigate too closely.
I couldn’t clearly remember my first body, but sometimes I had glimpses, snap shots that entered my mind briefly like an old television glitching to the wrong
