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Post by Elaine Sally Guiness on Dec 5, 2009 15:07:43 GMT -5
Elaine could feel her skin baking, could feel it turning a shade of brown only seen in the summer and the first few weeks of school before the winter roles in and cuts off the sun and its tanning rays. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable on her towel, Elaine dug her toes into the sand, gigging small trenches as she wiggled them in the warmth. Propped up on her elbow, she pushed some hair out of her face and concentrated on the book she was reading.
“An anthropologist on mars” was a collection of psychology essays by Oliver sacks – and Elaine was enthralled by the uniqueness, and indeed, the strangeness of it all. After getting over her own recent illness, the effects of which were still evident on her tiny frame, was it wrong to be interested by the plight of others? This was, after all, the thirteenth psychology book she had read this summer.
Turning the final page of the chapter, she put the small bookmark that Jenny had given her for her birthday between the pages and put it back in her bag, rolling over so that her front could get a little tan time. She wasn’t normally so vain, but even she thought she had begun to look deathly pale of late. A golden glow to her skin couldn’t be so bad after all, could it? Closing her eyes she tapped her foot along to the music that was coming from the earphones on her MP3, until a shadow fell over her body, and everything suddenly got a little cooler.
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