I could feel the warm glow on my cheek where the twig had slapped me. I rubbed it. Was I going to get a welt?
Wiping away that unbidden tear – I was sure it was from the pain of the slap not something else – I continued on my way.
“Damn” was right. In fact, it felt too weak for the turmoil surging through my brain.
I pushed another leafless branch out of my way, but was careful this time that it didn’t slip and smack me as the last one had.
I was going to my little private spot on the ridge. “Private”, though it was the worst kept secret in the village.
Perhaps even worse than my love for Anita.
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