Justice Levine

An Act of Providence

The sun sneered down at me, mocking my chapped lips and cracked face. My aloneness overwhelmed me. It went on and on for miles in every direction. Still, I uttered a few hoarse cries for help, but the sandpaper my tongue had become muffled any noise I tried to make. Endlessly I deluded myself into hearing the approach of hoofbeats or booted footsteps, but there was only the sweeping sound of parched desert dust rustled by the wind.