Naked In Anatolia

By Annie DuBois

Copyright 2012 by Annie DuBois

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Shielding her face from the sun, Barbara Studebaker trudged her way through the southern mountains of Turkey. The land was barren with only the odd shrub here and there to add any sort of variation to the seemingly unending stretches of rocky hills. It had been days since the young archaeologist had seen another human being. Her lips were cracked from dehydration, but Barbara resisted the urge to use up the last of her water cache. Logic dictated that she should turn back, but logic was not enough to overcome the overwhelming feeling that she was close, and anyways, she had spent the past three years getting this far and was not prepared to go home empty handed.

Kneeling on the hard earth, she opened up her rucksack and pulled out a faded leather map that predated the arrival of Islam to Anatolia. The faded calligraphy was unintelligible even for a skilled linguist like herself, but the map itself was clear as day: another quarter of a mile and she would finally arrive.

Confident in her judgment, Barbara pulled out her leather water skin and whetted her pallet, being careful not to spill a drop as it might mean the difference between life and death out in this remote country. Wiping the sweat from her brow and packing up the last of her precious possessions, Barbara stared intently at the ridge that seemed to match up with the black X etched into the ancient, blood stained map.

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