IT WAS 15:00: THE HOUR cometh! It was time to hike again, another six hours. They had run out of things to talk about, so Banjo did what he usually did. He sang.
‘Are you taking any requests?’ she asked.
‘What do you have in mind?’
‘Truly, Madly, Deeply.’
‘Only if you sing with me.’
She sighed, doubtful of her ability to sing. ‘But only the chorus.’
‘Fine.’ He took her hand in his and sang. Then, gave it a squeeze to encourage her to sing the chorus along with him.
She had forgotten how romantic the lyrics of the song were.
Wrong song choice.
Then came the spring downpour. The sky opened and rain bucketed down. Drenched to the bone, they hurried to find shelter and stumbled upon a small cave. Banjo made fire using debris lying on the cave floor.
They had to take their clothes off
