Lion Head Mesa fifth

she returned as swift as she could.

clutched between her teeth as a palm, holding the contents of a meal in its folded pouch. she was prepared to lead him to a fine dining spot in the fresh air.

then lay the palm down, organizing the meat onto one side and the berries on the other.

shall i stay in case you need anything? i can offer stories, songs — o-or i can go, so you may have silence.

her gaze fluttered, tall batty ears swept like radars.