Two Strips of Dried Meat
strips of dried meat- hissed over her bones
- with a delicate flush of exertion
- very well. We’ll take the sled
- a clump of creeping lichen
- “Fuck you, Judy!”
Two strips of dried meat and a clump of creeping lichen hung from the brim of Judy’s hat. When she beheld the vast bleak landscape in every direction, fear hissed over her bones like wind-driven sleet. She had entrusted not only her own life but her family’s also to a lunatic hermit.
Summer had only recently abandoned these wastes, and already the threat of snow growled on the wind. Judy, with a delicate flush of exertion, had just persuaded her toothless guide that they should drag their supplies on a sled, to be prepared for the arrival of the drifts.
“Very well. We’ll take the sled,” the old man conceded haughtily.
“I should think you would agree with me,” Judy said. “Aren’t you an expert on winter travel?”
“Fuck you, Judy!” he proclaimed. “Next you’ll ask me what the flippers are for!”