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A Jungle Interlude

Having recovered her laundered trousers, Junie Ginsburg hung upside down, swinging by her knees from a tree branch, smoking one of the rare Sagrada Lucias she had swiped from Malus’s stash. Below her the village fortune teller, an ancient old man, sat upon a colorful mat casting bones.

“You must be joking,” she said, cigar clenched between her teeth as she swung her arms to build up momentum.

The old man nodded his head and threw the bones again. He shuffled them around on the mat, recalculating his answer before responding in broken English and exaggerated gestures.

 “Yes, yes! Was good! As teller told.”

“Nope,” Junie responded matter-of-factly. “Not good. No good. Wrong.”

The old man pounded his fists on the blanket, exasperated. “YOU! Red woman! Demon!” Then he spat on the ground beneath her.

Junie spoke again haltingly as she continued to swing. “Teller…told…wrong! Red woman…worth…at least…TEN..cows!”

The old man made a scoffing sound, and then began to laugh. “You fall!” he said, pointing a crooked finger at her.

At the moment she let go of the tree branch with her knees, rotating her body to land feet-first, her focus shifted to the old man’s laughter, causing her to over-compensate. She landed posterior-first just south of her intended landing spot, in a deep patch of leaf-covered mud. The momentum rolled her backward in a crooked somersault, leaving her belly-down, covered in jungle muck.

“Damnit,” she said, looking at the ridiculously expensive, mud-covered cigar stub lying before her. Abandoning it, she picked up a fistful of mud and threw it in the old man’s general direction. He dodged it and continued to laugh.

After a few sulking moments she grinned, scooped up another handful and stood. Walking back toward camp, she called out in a sing-song voice, “Oh, Mr. Lighthouse!”

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  1. Jedburgh30 Dagger Jedburgh30 Dagger February 17, 2012

    I would just like to say that this proves I am the good redhead.

    • Sky Melnik Sky Melnik February 18, 2012

      I’m almost hesitant to ask what that makes me…

      • Petharic Petharic February 18, 2012

        *thinks all redheads are good… especially the tree-swinging ones*

        Wait a minute did I say that out loud?

        *looks around then goes back to brooding*

  2. Mr. Arnold Mr. Arnold February 17, 2012

    *Thinks about it for a moment*  In her youth was Mumsy a red head?

  3. Petharic Petharic February 17, 2012

    Miss Ginsburg, ten cows would be a bargain.

  4. Queer Hermit Queer Hermit February 17, 2012

    Yokatta koto!! *shakes her head as Belldandy refills her sake cup*

  5. Old Hob Old Hob February 17, 2012

    *Watches intently as the bones are cast.*

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