Photo prompt by Russell Gayer
“Robbie I’m scared” Rebecca whined.
The cryptic patterns of the hillside seemed to shift in our dehydration. As if they were living, writhing like tentacles.
“Calm down babe,” I cooed. “It’s just weathering on the sandstone.”
I looked back at our wreaked minivan. It was blurred in the heat haze on the horizon.
“It looks so alive!”
“It’s all in your head!” I shouted.
I wasn’t entirely sure though.
The squirming dune to our left was non-relenting. A burst of wind howled through it’s winding creases. I grabbed Rebecca by the hand.
“It’s not real, but walk faster.” I whispered.
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