Hooray! I'm looking forward to hearing what Jenny and Jennifer have to say about my story, and to seeing if we can't figure out a way to pep us all up.
April 9--Pre-Columbian, Teotihuacan Pot. Luna and her assistant Christo spent the morning moving through the jungle of central Mexico on a barely visible trail. Luna kept her eyes on Christo's white shirt and tried to put her feet where his had been. She thought the wisps of mist that curled up from the jungle floor into the shafts of early morning sun looked like the souls of ancient Mayans reaching for heaven. This was her first time in the field and she wasn't sure she was cut out for it. Her Spanish was formal and seemed to offend the natives, she guessed Castilian might have been a poor choice of language classes. She thought that Christo liked her. He smiled when he spoke with her and seemed to understand her. She watched his white back bob into the sun and back out like a flickering strobe and felt suddenly dizzy. Looking around she spied a log and took two steps off the path to sit and rest. It never occurred to her that she would be invisible from the path or that she would doze off and not hear Christo when he backtracked to try and find her.
Ooh, what happens next? Is Luna taken captive by a band of guerillas? Is she lost in the jungle and spends the night, then when Christo finds her and they are VERY glad to see each other? Haven't got a clue.
--Barbara
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