"around her. Just before she emerged from the river’s mouth she submerged her entire body and forced her fingers through her hair, wetting it thoroughly.
She returned to her clothes, bucket, and
sneakers with her rod and reel in hand.
Her shirt was now soaked from the splashing of her meal, but she left it
off for now. She put her clothes over
her shoulder and picked up her shoes, knife, and then the handle of the bucket with
her free hand. She slung her machete around her shoulder, the strap running
over her right breast and under the curve of her left. She allowed the air around her to dry her
bare skin. Her hair would take the
longest and she would always try to return to the fort before it fully dried so
she could brush it without those shoulder long strands being completely in
tangles and knots. Her bare feet wrapped
over fallen timber carefully and stepped up through the high marsh grass, the
tender green tips caressing her naked body as she made her way back to the old
paths that bordered certain areas of the island. She followed the pebbled walkway to the
south, toward her dining area, a concrete structure called the North Battery
Hambright. She walked up the grassy
knoll that allowed her easy access to the top of the Hambright with her meal
sloshing around in the bucket. She was
lost in thought, wondering if her friends knew what fate awaited them. They were surely in a state of shock, of
unknown curiosity, but, perhaps also terror.
The camaraderie they shared in the bucket kept them much calmer than the
days when she would only find one fish, but on those days she would usually
release the fish. She always needed more
than one to properly feast.
At
the top of the hill, her feet came to the two-foot-thick concrete wall that
dropped down to a circular cove which was meant to enclose a gun
emplacement. In the center of the circular
area sat a pile of ash and a metal grill with four legs holding it above the
area of burnt wood. She left her bucket
there and returned her clothes on top of it.
Quickly descending the three concrete stairs to the lower level, she
hopped over the rusted metal railing.
She landed, her legs"Confederate Memorial Statue, at the center of Forsyth Park. |
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