Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

arsenio talked and tamar listened.

she did not think she had misjudged him. he was a man, and he was a man who looked at her often. the boom of his voice splayed her ears but only for a moment before they were up again, quivering with indignation.

tamar did not believe him. he turned away from her, and so she chose not to speak. when he had shown her otherwise, perhaps his words might mean more.

the girl rounded aside and disappeared below the mesa. tamar carried with her the way his eyes had shone for that moment.