Here I present day two of my little Page-A-Day experiment from 2006.
May 2, 2006 - One Page at at Time.
Seven thirty nine. The smoldering sun claws its way up the eastern sky, burning everything it touches, save the natives. No humans prior to the industrial period would even consider this place as being habitable year round.
Heat is the Devil's friend. Snow and cold is a gift from above to balance the Devil's flames.
Jamie always wore white. She said it reminded her of winter with her grandparents in Wisconsin. The spatter of her would-be killer's blood on her white blouse brought a more primal feel to the cabin.
She knew, 'They won't try this again for a while, at last not with him.'
Looking out the window, lightly considering her would-be assassin, 'Poor bastard. If he doesn't make it to the hospital before nightfall, he is one dead idiot.'
Turning from the window, she changes her blouse and douses the cabin with cooking oil.