Surviving the New World
The desert floor, cracked and peeling from the morning’s quick rains, concealed secret lives. At sunset small creatures peeked from niches and burrows, creeped out onto the scorched sand, anticipating
The desert floor, cracked and peeling from this morning’s quick rains, concealed secret lives. At sunset, small creatures peeked from niches and burrows, creeped out onto the scorched sand, anticipating a night of adventure. The hungry devoured the hungry, up and down the chain of creation.
A boot descended upon a scorpion, twisting one way then the other.