Exotic #02 - The Hieroglyphic Staircase - Plot & Excerpts
The shadows were long when she finally roused from her seat in the living room. Her feet rested on the cool tile of the floor. It was the only cool thing in the room. Everything else was unbearable. Heavy. Hot. Close. Like an unwelcome lover.What she needed was a sane life at a normal university teaching normal students Mesoamerican archaeology. Maybe she should leave the field altogether. But what else could she do? She was unemployable outside of her field. And besides, she loved epigraphy. She always had. She was good at it.A shower would help, and she made her way to the tiny bathroom and stripped, dropping her clothes on the floor. On second thought, she tossed them in the trash can. She never wanted to wear those filthy things again. She scrubbed and washed and rinsed till she felt like a smooth polished stone.She shimmied into a dress, a yellow jersey with a pattern of small red and white roses. Somehow a dress put her outside and away from the events of the morning. It was a simple sundress with flared skirt that she had picked up in the beggars market in Rio de Janeiro.
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