a day in a dessert short story
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Life at the desert:
Though it is presumed that only some certain species like the Camel, lizard and snakes are found in the deserts, the actual vary. Apart from these animals, there are many others too that live in deserts like the scorpions, antelopes, boars, mule deer, peccaries, foxes and many more. These animals that one finds in the deserts, have adapted themselves to live in there and have learnt to conserve food, water and energy to survive in there.Apart from the animals, there are also some plants that are seen to grow in the deserts, of which the Cactus is the most common one. The other often seen plant is the ocotillo, which even bear flowers in the deserts. Plants are so well adapted that they know when to blossom, store water and keep themselves safe from this harsh weather.
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The hot sun seemed relentless and with nowhere to take shelter, there seemed to be no hiding from it.
How could I have let myself get into such a situation? Tired, overworked with a little mental exhaustion thrown in, forgetfulness just follows. The first time I ever had forgotten to check the petrol tank.
Visiting my only aunt on my weekend off seemed like such a good idea about two hours ago when I left home. I was looking forward to her great home cooking and cheerful conversation, not to mention the peacefulness of her old house. Now all I could look forward to in the next couple of hours was sunburn, thirst and a giant headache.
Thinking back on all my previous trips out here, I seemed to remember a definite lack of fellow travelers. Unless this was my lucky day and someone came along soon I might not make it to my aunt’s in any fit state. I knew I should have charged my phone last night!
I decided there was nothing I could do but wait for help so I laid down in the sand by the car.
It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of an approaching car. Counting my blessings, I moved to the centre of the road and waved frantically. The driver of the approaching yellow car was not apparently feeling charitable and without slowing down swerved to avoid me and continued along the road. Choking on the dust, I retreated with my hopes dashed, back to the roadside. If I was a betting man I would’ve been making my seat in the sand mighty comfy expecting a long wait. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but another car came over the horizon. This time I decided to stay on the side of the road and wave.
Though not really in a position to be judgmental, I was none to thrilled at the appearance of my would be rescuer. Sporting numerous piercings, tattoos and what looked like recent bruising from a fist fight, Bob graciously offered me a lift to the nearest petrol station.
Bob obviously had a need for speed and was not wasting any time getting there. He was, however, perfectly capable of raving on a about a variety of political topics. Just what I needed to take my mind off my situation! His conversation, however, certainly outranked his personal aroma.
I was relieved to see the Shell sign looming up ahead. With a quick turn to the left we stopped alongside the pumps only to realise the petrol station was closed. A sign in the window informed us that it would reopen in one week’s time when the owner returned from his holiday.
Bob had a few suggestions which I was politely declining when I heard the sound of a car coming towards us. I was never so pleased to see my aunt. I always thought she had a sixth sense.