THEY WERE AWAKE BEFORE first light. Banjo crawled out of the tight space and stretched his aching body. He limbered up by walking around, picking up twigs to make a fire. Gazing up at the sky, he was in awe of the widespread blue canvas littered with stars, as if diamonds had been cast against it.
Andy crawled out of the crevice looking bewitchingly dishevelled. Her long brunette hair, usually in a tight bun or braid, cascaded unruly over her shoulders. ‘Are you always this beautiful in the morning?’ he asked as he squatted dexterously on his haunches.
She gave him a sideways glare, unsure if he was taking the mickey out of her. ‘No-one’s beautiful in the morning,’ she said as she brushed her tangled hair with her fingers, gathering then braiding them in a simple four strand style.
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