Re: Not your typical picket fence setup [invite]
Posted: 02 Oct 2017, 12:04
Lasair’s grin was broad and mischievous, the quip at Esli let slide as she gestured to her own petite form. Bulging belly and all, it was still the smallest form out of the three that had gathered, not including Oliver, of course. ”Then I am the good-est package of all!” she declared, her hands returning to her belly, caressing the smaller package within. It was a lie. The life growing within her was the best package of all, and Lasair’s pure love for the unborn child beamed from every pore.
Esli led them out of the RV and Lasair followed, snagging a bag from a hook by the door. It was a strappy bag, made of natural fibres, the strap plaited with palm leaves from Burma. Inside the bag was some cash and a pair of sunglasses, a tube of sunscreen in case of prolonged hours in the sunshine; her freckled, pale skin was prone to easy sunburn, tans a thing of imagination and fantasy. If she had a phone it remained within the RV. There was no one who would be calling her. The man she would contact herself stood by her side. They had often found themselves in places with no electricity and, if there was electricity, there was often no signal. They knew how to get by without the technology that the common age seemed so reliant on.
”The first place sounds good, Gideon,” she said with a bounce. ”You know this place better than we do, we trust your judgement. We’ll find something to eat wherever,” she said. Even if a place sold only meat products, they almost always had fries. And Lasair could eat fries for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She shushed, then; Esli had asked a question, and it was a pertinent one. Lasair was eager to hear all about Gideon.
Esli led them out of the RV and Lasair followed, snagging a bag from a hook by the door. It was a strappy bag, made of natural fibres, the strap plaited with palm leaves from Burma. Inside the bag was some cash and a pair of sunglasses, a tube of sunscreen in case of prolonged hours in the sunshine; her freckled, pale skin was prone to easy sunburn, tans a thing of imagination and fantasy. If she had a phone it remained within the RV. There was no one who would be calling her. The man she would contact herself stood by her side. They had often found themselves in places with no electricity and, if there was electricity, there was often no signal. They knew how to get by without the technology that the common age seemed so reliant on.
”The first place sounds good, Gideon,” she said with a bounce. ”You know this place better than we do, we trust your judgement. We’ll find something to eat wherever,” she said. Even if a place sold only meat products, they almost always had fries. And Lasair could eat fries for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She shushed, then; Esli had asked a question, and it was a pertinent one. Lasair was eager to hear all about Gideon.