. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play

Friday, July 25, 2008

puncture

.
He stood still, taking pleasure for a moment in the cool summer breeze coming from the west. He then turned to look east, though with little hope of seeing a vehicle. This was deserted terrain. The dust gathered up then in a feverish flurry of sand that inhabited this land for as far as his eye could see. He rubbed his eyes, cursed and kicked the tire with the toe of his leather boot. That never accomplished much and it wouldn’t go far in mending the puncture in his tire. But it’s what you did when you found yourself in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to go.
.

No comments: