Deep In The Desert

Deep in the Desert

I feel the sands of the desert beneath my feet as I trudge up a mountainous dune. The air feels like a furnace. Sweat pours down my forehead and I brush it away with the palm of my hand. Standing on top of the dune, I put a hand over my eyes and peer into the distance. Rows and rows of dunes lay before me in a sea of sand. Licking my sun-baked lips, I reach for the canteen slung at my side. I pop the top, and guzzle the water down my parched throat. It burns like lava. Gasping, I take another gulp and swish it around my puffed up cheeks. As I swallow, I see something half buried in the sand.

old bones

a spark

snuffed out