James Hardie

Sunset

Pale blue eyes watched a whimsical trail of dust tumble down an old river bed, pushed by a dry wind and cascading over smooth stones rounded by years of clean flowing water now vanished. Her grandmother had once entertained her with such tales, stories she now faithfully repeated to her own grandchildren. Swirling and twisting across the brown land it blew before ending its dance on the waves of the sea as they crashed against the shore. The burning heat of the sun radiated down, hanging in an empty blue sky and waiting for someone foolish enough to wander out into its deadly rays.