“I’m Robinson fuckin’ Crusoe!” She bellowed, dancing around on her one good leg and raising the spear triumphantly in the air.
She stopped and glanced around the little cove a little sheepishly - of course there was no one around to witness her awesome feat. She almost wished there had been.
Valentina ate well that evening.
She was able to spear a total of seven fish. She cleaned them as best she could with the steak knife, then built a makeshift cooking stand out of coat hangers in a shape that would support the broken frying pan. She started a fire and, using a few drops of olive oil from empty bottles she’d found at the dump, managed to fry up quite a feast. She seasoned the dish with fresh rosemary she’d picked along the hill. The meal was quite delicious, she thought, if she might
