Sunday, yesterday, and today I woke with hives. Sweetman washed our bed sheets in Tide. I’m terribly allergic and he knows better. His excuse, ‘it smells better then my organic detergent’. Oh my…
But my main character, Lila, well she’s got other problems and it isn’t an allergy rash. Below is a little diddy:
“Ow ow ow,” I said, dropping the handgun and grabbing my foot. My foot landed on something prickly.
“What?” Cynthia said.
I leaned against a tree and examined my foot. A tiny hairy-looking-barbed thing stuck into the fleshy part of my heel. “It’s a sand spur.”
“Pick it out,” Cynthia said.
“Aw,ow,ow, owie, I’m trying. It’s not coming out.”
“Sit and give me your foot. I’ll do it,” Cynthia said, putting the rifle on the ground.
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