Mallory

The sun was beginning to be bother for Mallory.  Not only was it increasing her sweat production to embarrassing levels, it was also glaring directly into her eyes.  Grant, of course, was wearing sunglasses and a ball cap, but Mallory had no such protection.  There was nowhere to catch any shade, but a few minutes later, the trail took a switchback, putting the sun blessedly behind them.  She sighed in relief and stopped herself from reaching for another drink.  All too soon, the trail took another switch and  again the sun shone into her eyes.

“Crap,” she muttered and Grant asked what was wrong.  “Nothing,” she replied, but he studied her a moment and figured it out.

“Here,” he said, passing her his baseball cap.  &ld...

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