Delilah’s Song #2

DELILAH WAS AWARE OF THE SOFT warm body that lay across her, as she sucked in a ragged breath, winded from the fall. She herself lay spread-eagled, flat on her back, atop leaf-litter and who knew what else. Her nose was assailed by a number of wooded-smells which were reassuring but not very forthcoming. Dappled sunlight shafted down through low overhang. She blinked in surprise. Gathering her wits she sat up in one quick movement, pulling the dazed woman up into her arms. With a glance about them, Delilah realized they were not where they were supposed to be: in the safety of the House Facility. But sat aside a wide dirt track in a heavily wooded deciduous forest, which was itself clothed in…