"There! That should do it for this one!"
Nombe had just put the finishing touches on the picture that had kept her occupied for several days ...
"Guess I'll take a break now and seek some inspiration for my next drawing ..."
She had beached her kayak on the shore of a small island
that the Amazon in her had come to consider to be her own personal domain ...
When all else was said and done, Nombe enjoyed nothing more than to strip down to the bare essentials - or somehwat less ...
And seek a place of solitude ...
This gave her inner Amazon the opportunity to reassert itself ...
"Now ... Where was the place I had in mind to spend some time when last I was here?"
The woman thought to herself as she gazed about her surroundings.
Among other things she had brought along a short-handled axe on this trip with a mind to cutting firewood ...
But chopping dry wood for a fire was no easy task ...
And so ... What the heck ...
She'd likely be better off to stick to using the Coleman stove she had the foresight to bring along ...
She decided to hold the axe aside ...
And perhaps use it as a prop when she threw herself into the role of an Amazon Warrior!
A battle-axe was a formidable weapon when used in hand-to-hand combat ...
But an archer or a warrior handling a short spear could make equally short work of the warrior wielding an axe!
Well ... Upon second thought ...
Maybe the battle-axe wasn't such a great idea after all ...
But ... What the heck ...
Isn't this a simply gorgeous day!
And after all ... Why else had she come here ...
Other than to imagine herself taking an arrow in the chest?
But damnit! She'd forgotten to pack an arrow or two with her on this trip!
How could she have failed to do that?
Well ... She'd just have to improvise with sticks and whatever came to hand!
This rib from a broken umbrella would do for starters ...
First taking a hit from her left side ...
And now from the right!
And another time perhaps right dead center!
"This is all well and good!" Nombe thought.
"But now I've got to think of some descriptions to go with these mental images of mine!"
Death comes as a very personal experience ....
The warrior may be only one of dozens who die that day ....
But when the bowstrings snap ...
And the arrows plunge deep into your bosom and belly ...
Then your own death is the only one with which you are at all concerned ...
And you die alone ...
For no one shares death with you ...
A low blow!
An unarmed warrior takes a shaft to her mons ...
The second arrow that pierces her heart is almost a mercy ...
Even though it all but destroys the nipple that lies in its path ...
"Well ... That's about all the inspiration I can handle this afternoon!"
Besides ... It was getting late and she was getting hungry!
And if there was one disadvantage to this business of getting back to nature
it was that unless she was willing to eat cold beans from the can she was going to have to cook for herself!
