White Lion pg 2

The young mahogany hued woman slowly parted an opening within the sheaf of large leaves, some of which spanned nearly a third of her height. She ignored the colorful fruit and vegetable bounty growing in the small well-tended garden inside a man made clearing. The garden grew to the edge of a stream. A few yards from the streams edge a stone pit leisurely wafted smoke. The young woman gave scant notice to the pit’s smoking meat whose sweet smell intermingled with that of ripening fruit.