Mathew Bell

Desert Caravan

Two short unpleasant coughs are heard from outside a beige, rusted and sun stained caravan in a silent land of red desert. Without wheels, the tarnished grey hubs sink into the lose clay earth like anchors of a corrupted ship, scorned from the abandoned embrace of its ocean. *Pshhhhhhhhh* The four tinted, cracked windows quickly fill with dark condensed smoke, seeping through slightly and swirling as it dances with the heated outside air.