Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 55

“Where are we going to get food? We’re in the middle of the Cambodian jungle.” “Actually, we’re not far from Siem Reap. We could get food there." Ulysses raised his head slowly and stared at her. After a few heartbeats, he stood up, brushed himself off, and said, “Okay. If we’re near Siem Reap, we can get food. I don’t have any riel on me, but I can probably find us a place that’ll take dollars. I think some food and a chance to regroup is what I need right now.” Nehra nodded, still crouching next to where he had been sitting. “Ulysses, are you going to be all right?” He let out a laugh that sounded strange to his own ears. “Honey, I don’t know if I’m ever going to be okay again. Part of me is convinced I’m passed out in my tent at the burn right now sleeping off a serious trip.” He took her hands in his and looked into her blue-green eyes. “But that doesn’t matter right now. So which way to town?” Nehra smiled at him. “South-East from here. We’re within walking distance of the city limits.” “What about your, um, ship?” Ulysses said, gesturing to the conspicuous, oblong craft behind them. “Oh,” she said, “I guess we can’t just leave it there, huh?” Nehra turned to stare at her craft thoughtfully. After a moment of staring, she pulled off her strange scarf and held it in her hand, not taking her eyes off of the ship. Nehra’s expression grew blank B6R&V6RVGW&ǒ7FgFW"֖WFR"6`6VB&ƗF6RWGFW&VB6WFrFB6W6VB'&vBf6VǗ76W72v2&ƖFVBf"FR6V6BFRW72FW"R7GV&VB&6v&G2B7v&R'V&&r2WW2vV2f6&WGW&VBFR6VB6VRFBV&( 27&gBBf6VB6RvBFB6Rv2FVFǒvFrf"2f6F&WGW&( ŖRfRvBFv&RvV^( &RvrFFFB( R6B( 6''( 6R6BvF6VW6w&V&vƶVBfW"V'&6VBVǗ76W2B76VBW 6V֒fW&v6RW6VBgFW'v&B7F2&2B6B( ĒfRFWBF2&6גVN( 6