Lost in the Desert
Fantasy of what could have been while deployed to Afghanistan
In the desert no one can hear you scream. It’s not because there’s no air, oh, there’s plenty of air, you can see it, shimmering up from every surface in waves. Not like the shimmer you see in the distance on a hot road, the illusion of a glassy puddle you’ll never reach as it ever retreats from your sight. No, everything you see ripples as if looking through ancient glass. The air feels solid as you step through a door,...
