Storyteller Michael-Scott Earle
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Tamer Chapter 3 Scene 3 ROUGH What do you think?
🕑 Added 2021-09-10 13:16:41 +0000 UTC“Damn you, Beatrice,” I whispered. There undoubtedly were bacteria and parasites in the water, and it was probably in my best interest not to drink it.
As a compromise, I set my outback hat on a rock and dunked my head in the creek to cool off. It was surprisingly warm, like bathtub water. Still, it was cooler than my skin, and I did my best to just enjoy the refreshing feel.
I tried to look at my reflection in the water, but there were too many ripples across the surface of the creek. Maybe my face or eyes held some clue about what was happening to me, but something howled from the jungle downstream and cut off any thoughts of such research.
