Greener Pastures

GHOSTS OF THE SAHARA

By September 19, 2019 No Comments

Throat parched with thirst, eyes sunken from hunger, fever sores around my chapped lips, I lay on the hot sand. Like the blazing sun, Camara smiled at me; her tender voice telling me to come get rest. Like the others, this barren ‘No Man’s Land’ became her grave; buried in the shifting sand.
Carried by the howling wind, death’s icy fingers traced my cheeks and I shuddered in fear and anticipation. Finally, she has come to comfort me. The darkness surged on. Suddenly, I heard the distant roaring of an engine and held on to my dreams; to dear life!

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