Jeff Johnson

Entry Point

Desolate red dunes came to an abrupt end against a towering off-white wall stretching out to my left and right further than I could see. Amazing how they kept it white as it was. My dune buggy needed to cool off. The solar batteries were humming under the hood letting me know overheating was a real possibility. The gauges barely worked reliably so I had to watch it like a child, I didn’t mind. The Kevlar canopy was worn but kept the sun off me while I drove. I stopped rolling and sat studying the wall with an antique monocular.