Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

the orchards held no fruit.

she found herself in the shadows all the same. a moment from the queen. from pharaoh. from the new fellahin through which tamar found herself out from under ramesses' eye — for now.

she had thrown the bones away and now ducked out from beneath branches. the cold air seemed to illuminate arsenio's coat. she thrilled to see him but held back, half-shy, half-breathless, but visible in the gloomy light if he should come near now.

tamar's heart raced.