Gen. 3 The Evening After the Fall

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The walk had been forced and ardous. Blisters had formed on his feet and a thorn had embedded in her arch. No longer was there any sign or even a remembrance of the Garden. The fruit trees they had inspected for dinner were well past prime and yeilded only a few worm free bites for dinner. They had finally found a rock overhang with a cold, hard stone base to sleep upon.

Why, they were not sure, but a general dis-ease was upon them -----and fear lurked within. A solid wall for their back, a roof for their head and stones for a mattress. As they settled in, her skin rose with goose bumps from the chilled air only to stretch and wrinkle the sun burned parts on her shoulders.

But there was no rest.

A spider walking across her arm tore a miniscule bite from her. Mesquitos drilled for precious blood. A fly circled her. The once friendly hare skittered by , darting for cover. And the owl skimmed the meadows, searching for a meal. Adam and she started it up again. The argument and recriminations were a steady torrent.

But there was no apparent remedy for their tragic chew. They were exiles in a land gray and drab, frought with fear and danger, hunger and want, pain and despair. No sweet nestling closed their evening, but rather the furtive clinging of the afraid.

A troubled sleep overcame Eve, Adam dozed fitfully, always aware of a vicious tone to the wolf's howl. Protect, defend, provide. Morning and night. Night and morning. Days without end. A cold sweat broke out on his once regal brow. As he dozed on the rim, his heart burst as from deep within there echoed, "Where are you?"