The rock turned and her ankle was pinched between slabs of granite. She fell and felt a crack. In an instant, before the pain came, she maneuvered herself free.
She pushed the hut’s door open at midnight. Her husband was pacing. She collapsed into his arms, finally allowing herself to scream in pain. The shriek wouldn’t end until he had set her down and twisted her ankle back to its normal position.
While treating her, he knocked over the basket that she had somehow carried back. Fat blueberries rolled in every direction.
“I went two miles for those,” she said.
Wow. So many emotions and conflicts here.
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