Her skin is like crushed cedar bark, her eyes are like evergreen or emerald, with crystal blue sparkles. She's so unlike all the little blond girls in my world... and her hands are warm, but tough. She's like the girl I would have imagined if I ever cared enough to see a perfect girl.
"So...obviously you're new here. I mean I haven't seen you around."
"Yeah, I'm not from here. I travel."
"Oh cool."
"Yeah it is pretty cool."
I feel the awkward moment and pause... "Umm...can I help with that leg?"
"Yeah... I'm too scared to pull it out myself..."
I look down at the leg and its bloody, the wooden shaft of the arrow is like the stem of an upside down poppy, the blood blossoming over her dark flesh.
I grasp the stem and pluck the flower.
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