Literature
Lines in the Sand
Dust billows ahead of me. An orange haze curtains the distant horizon sun. It will be dark soon. This is a path that I have walked many times, here, there, everywhere. Scarce brush slaps against my heels as I trundle by. Even more clouds join the fray as I step on the desolate amber sand and dust, kicking up a trail which is soon erased by the storm.
Just keep heading west, I repeat in my head over and over. That’s where I’ll find you. It’s what I was told. What I must do to find you.
The trail drags on for miles, until I see it: a small settlement, barely visible to the human eye through the dancing s