Shifting Sands

As he looked up, the Coyote began to make out small grains of sand floating along the breeze. It was hard to see at first because of the unusual light, but he quickly adjusted his sight. Suddenly, the sands began to take on more violent strokes. Ebbing and flowing, the desert became a sea of lands. He smelled death along the air as wisp became breeze became shriek became roar. He dashed, for all hope passed the monstrous wave that flattened all creation to a soft layer amongst the grains. This wave would become known to him only as “the smooth” for that was all it did and that was all he needed to know.

He felt his paws lurch as he pressed harder and harder. It was coming down to the second. Jumps became mad leaps and every step was another moment of life he held dear. Refusing to let this be the end, he pushed onward and onward. His coat became matted in sand and he tasted the salty minerals between his fangs. The desert wanted a meal: he would not be it. The smooth passed closer and closer, crashing upon his back with nearing strokes. It was breaching the distance, it shan’t be long before he became one with the land. Closer and closer, his eyes were barely visible behind the smooth’s wrathful curtain. In two more steps, coyote vanished. The coyote’s sun was down…

Tick tick, tick tick, tick tick.

With a sudden burst, Coyote burst out and ran with his life for his life, through the veil of death and sand. The smooth would have no claim upon him yet, not whilst he still had work to be done. Fire within burned and Coyote felt warm suddenly and renewed energy filled his life veins. He was not without his own strength. The desert would soon know his wrath…

Jul. 1 2013