Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Ninth July Blog.

“””” A light wind, hotter than a blast furnace, crested the dunes. Light sand and dust particles constantly rose into the air, landing somewhere further down, raining on the sand gecko who blinked his eyes incessantly to avoid the dust. His feet, one back, opposite one front, were raised for a few seconds. The sand was the temperature of the hottest oven. The tiny lizard rotated its feet every few seconds so that contact was short. This was how it survived the desert.

A vast tract of yellow ochre, and red with shadows of rich mahogny, that was the desert scene. Not even scrub this far in. Shelley shifted gears on her 4 by 4. It could handle the terrain. However, no sense taking chances. If she got stuck on one of these slopes, she could sink in, or, more likely, slide back to the bottom of…