Voyage of Strangers
“I grumbled.
Rachel merely laughed. She linked her arm through mine and skipped along, bobbing like a dinghy in the wake of a caravel. “You had better not skip nor cling to my arm,” I warned her, “where any can see us.”
“I won't,” she promised, “but there is not a soul in sight. It is such a beautiful day, and we have such a great adventure before us.”
“Not every adventure is kissed by the sun,” I said, thinking of storms at sea and man’s capacity for greed and cruelty.
“You wor...ry too much,” she said. “Give me an orange and your knife to cut it with. We must not be remiss in preserving our teeth.”
I drew an orange, which the ancients called a golden apple of the Hesperides, from the sack. I cut the glowing sphere, still warm from the sun, in two and handed half to Rachel. We ate the orange as we went along, juice dripping down our chins.MoreLess
Rachel merely laughed. She linked her arm through mine and skipped along, bobbing like a dinghy in the wake of a caravel. “You had better not skip nor cling to my arm,” I warned her, “where any can see us.”
“I won't,” she promised, “but there is not a soul in sight. It is such a beautiful day, and we have such a great adventure before us.”
“Not every adventure is kissed by the sun,” I said, thinking of storms at sea and man’s capacity for greed and cruelty.
“You wor...ry too much,” she said. “Give me an orange and your knife to cut it with. We must not be remiss in preserving our teeth.”
I drew an orange, which the ancients called a golden apple of the Hesperides, from the sack. I cut the glowing sphere, still warm from the sun, in two and handed half to Rachel. We ate the orange as we went along, juice dripping down our chins.MoreLess
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