Desert winter

Winter in the desert can be a very cruel and harsh place.

At times burned unrelentlessly by a punishing sun. At times whipped by an unrelenting merciless cold.

I held the notice in my hand. As the delivering envelope was born away on the sand infused winds of cold reality.

No, no. no. God no....

This can't... Stop that! It is and I must face it! Pain and loss clutching at my heart. Breath in short gasps as though a lack of oxygen filled the air. There truly is no mercy. This truly is an eternal hell. You need only to read this letter to know the truth in that.

Noooooooo!!!!!

Why am I Sacrificed? Why must I bleed? Save me! I scream to the wind. But the wind howls back in denial. Protect me! I yell to the people. But I am the strongest in the land. Shelter me! I yearn to the sand. But the sand shelters no one.

AAARRRRHHHH!!!!

This is my conclusion without epilogue. My dusk. My end of fellowship. My death's bed.

I reach for the letter born to me the previous day. I see the horror unholy through my eyes. That my mind had already perceived. I embrace the moment now with tears.

Truck payment $2,500.

Paycheck $2,300.

Winter in the desert can be a very cruel and harsh place.