Nulba goes out into the field and the sweat makes runnels between the cords in her arms and her back. She sees the tall figure that is Pualan coming, sees it only out of the corner of her eye. She pulls the weeds in vigorous motions and does no listening for hours until Pualan recedes and Renneyah comes out of the house – she’s not solid like Nulba but she still has a full round look.
Nulba shifts so that Renneyeh can get at the same clump of weeds.
“You showin’ all your face.” Nulba’s mouth is over-full; she spits to the side and it is soaked up almost instantly.
He come to eat and lay here an’ there, an’ never lift a finger. Thick roots make the ground split as Nulba tugs.
By evening Renneyeh’s daughters return to the house, and the first daughter is laughing over-easy so that Nulba watches her closely. But there’s nothing that night and Nulba takes her sleep alongside Renneyeh’s warm, comfort flesh just as always, that comfort like a gentler sun. Continue reading “Murcan Sun – 2/3”