Monday, October 24, 2005

a small price to pay

Thirst - that was all I can remember feeling. It's been two days. I think. The closest village is a day away. I think.

The scorching desert sun shines mercilessly - and my crazed wanderings through this sandy, arid wasteland bring me to a dark-skinned bedouin and his camel. The hot blowing sand prickling at my face like a thousand tiny bullets, I point towards the camel.

My new bedoiun friend (for you make friends quickly in the middle of the desert) smiles a toothless smile, and raises up two fingers.

The deal thus sealed without contracts, or even words - I turn away from his gaping grin, and look to the camel again. Stretching out my hand towards it's owner, I clench it into a fist and hold out two fingers to him.

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It'll be over soon", I promise myself. I hear the scrape of metal, as he unsheates the blade...

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:56 AM

    Brilliant- very much appreciate your talent..

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  2. Anonymous9:50 AM

    Well written. You take imagery to a new level

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  3. somehow.. for some reason.. noone 'got' this..

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  4. somehow??for some reason?? lol bubz you need help though i think it was brilliant..a little morbid though:P

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