Nature’s Gift to Man Chapter 2

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We left our protagonists, in a peaceful field, with a soft breeze and the gentle beating of the immortal Sun. They were lying in the meadow, oblivious to the world. The birds chirping, and the trees swaying in the gentle breeze.Their bodies were close to each other, as they slumbered on, blissfully in a world of their own, hands clasping, on the soft grass. Whilst this scene of pure unbridled sweetness was unfolding, the skies changed rapidly, for a large rouge cloud of watervapour loomed in over the meadow, from the plainss, threatening to unleash its contents over the valley.

:drop:

Light droplets of rain started to fall down, gently rolling off the brows of the two protagonists, on to the ground, nourishing it. They awoke, and hurriedly looked around for shelter. He grabbed hold of her hand, and smiled, and pulled her into the wood. He knew there was shelter there, a little hut for trampers for he was there before he met her. It would keep them dry and safe, from the elements, and the darkening skies.

Running quickly, they reached the hut in a clearing in the woods.
She stopped and held him back, hugging him.
They were embracing in the gentle rain.
Idyllic and sweet, a literal overdose of pure bliss.

When it rained down a little harder, he smiled at her, motioning towards the hut. She nodded, and they walked into the hut, away from the pouring rain.
Inside, he started a fire in the fireplace, stoking the embers to life and checked his stash of wild mushrooms and food rations in the pantry. he then sat next to her, by the fireplace.
They realised that their clothing was damp. He shyly looked away as she removed her sundress, scanning the room for his blanket. Thankfully, she was wearing a camisole and shorts underneath the sundress. He proceeded to wrap her in his blanket, removed his shirt and joined her in his blanket, his bare shoulder on hers.
In front of the fire, their clothing dries and they drift off to yet another dream.
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He awoke from slumber, the blanket half way down his body. The fire had gone out, leaving glowing embers.
He gazed over to his side, where his companion was not there.
He heard a slight clamour in the pantry.
When he got there, he saw her.
She was in her dry sundress, and had a tartan apron on.
The first words he heard her say, beautifully enunciated, were like drops of heavenly manna.
” Coffee, or Tea?”
He replied,
“Cocoa, my dear.”
She smiled and handed him a hot mug of cocoa, dark as the night. She knows these things, as it is her nature to know such things.( but she cheated… she used Milo…. )

He was aware of his half-nakedness the second he took the first sip of cocoamilo.
As the warmth shot to his face, blushing his cheeks, he dashed back to the living area to put his shirt on.

For being aware of his nakedness can only mean the story has begun.

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