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Tuesday
She woke cold, stiff, sore, hungry, thirsty,
and otherwise uncomfortable. And irritated. Around her, the first,
slanting rays of sunlight cut though the trees, and birds sang
cheerfully. What were they so happy about? A belly full of early
worms? She wasn't desperate enough to be jealous—yet.
Danny still slept beside her, his body curved
into hers. The windbreaker had been carefully tucked around him and
he snored in gentle, easy rhythm. The space at the other side of
her was deserted.
Cathy rolled over, careful not to disturb
Danny, and visually searched the area. She didn't see Peter. She
scrambled upright—and nearly fell over again, surprised by the pain
in her feet. They were an appalling sight in the calm light of day:
cut, scraped, and full of splinters. S
