Mike Dixon

CHAPTER 22
Rebecca
ebecca watched David from the door of her family‟s
R big, compartmented tent. Her parents had their
sleeping quarters and she shared hers with her little broth-
er, Daniel. It was an arrangement that appealed to neither
of them. She had placed a yellow flower in her hair. It
came from a native hibiscus and suited her complexion.
She knew Daniel would make fun of it but didn‟t care. Her
thoughts were on David. The subtle colors enhanced her
hair and jet-black skin. She had rubbed her face with moisturizing
cream to make it glow. Her father had forbidden
the use of make-up but he couldn‟t stop her using skin care
products. Her mother had taken her side in that argument
and they‟d won.
Daniel was lolling in a hammock. Her little brother had
once hero-worshipped David. He‟d pulled him from the sea
and helped him struggle onto land. Now he regarded David
with suspicion. His former „hero‟ was now a „weirdo‟.
Amongst other things, Daniel claimed that David had sto-
len his radio. Rebecca had little doubt the radio had been
confiscated by her father who would lecture her brother on
the evils of disobeying parental authority. Father was being