Michael Sarpen

Unseen

The shared gaze of blue and brown eyes was snapped away by gunfire. Graham whipped his head to the right. Across the vast desert canyon below, he could see his parents’ settlement and the tents surrounding it. It looked as calm as ever, not much different than it had in the fifteen years since they had moved here and set up a medical mission. There was still a tiny brook dissecting the camp, an orchard on the north side, and a massive boulder on the south. It did appear, however, that several plumes of dust had formed on the outskirts.