heaved his ruck-sack onto his aching back and
continued to tread heavily across the scorching desert.
The sun above tore at his skin and the ground beneath him
burned flesh off his char-grilled feet. He shaded his sunblind
eyes and squinted despairingly towards the sunset.
He had been lost in the desert for almost a week.
His meagre food supply had run out after four days, and his
water bottle containing his last drip of life had fallen off
his belt as he had negotiated a cactus the previous day.
Now all that stood between himself and death was the hope of
finding water; the hope of an oasis.
Above, the black shadows of impatient vultures loomed teasingly.
Tired of eating skinny coyotes and rubbery salamanders,
they viewed their prey with interest.
They could smell the adventurers blood as it began to boil in
the torturous heat, and the vultures knew the time was close.
The man was getting weaker.
His once manly gait was now nothing more than a pathetic stagger.
His chest heaved and his lungs rasped as they filled with the
thick sandy desert air.
His head pounded.
His whole body ached, crying out to be released from the torment
The man fell to his knees.
Something inside him had stopped; the will to live.
Turned off like a light switch.
The adventurer lay down and stared at the sky until the sky
He awoke to find water being poured lavishly between his lips.
A parasol shaded his cracked skin from the heat, and his wounds
had been dressed. He opened his eyes to find a beautiful young
girl bending over him. Her long black hair was tied clumsily to
one side of her face, and strips of shiny black hung around
her brown face. She had lips which were a natural shade of
crimson, and her huge violet eyes were framed with spider-like
lashes. The strange woman's breasts were visible through her
scanty robes, and their gravity-defying hugeness made something
previously forgotten stir deep inside the adventurers
The woman spoke softly, but the man was unable to understand
her, as she spoke in a strange yet alluring language that he
had never before heard. Her voice sounded like the trickle of
a mountain stream; her hands touched his face like a silken
Gently she took his shaking hand and placed them on
Again she spoke.
The adventurer was slowly beginning to realise he could not move.
He was frozen.
He stared helplessly at the beautiful vision, as
she touched his face and talked to him.
He could not feel her breast, although he could see his hand
Her hand brushed the dust from his head, but he felt nothing
of its softness.
Presently the girl stood up and began to walk away.
The man tried to scream; tried to stop her from leaving, but
he could not move a muscle.
He watched as his last hope of living became a spot on the
Pretty soon, everything turned black again.
The man awoke again to hear a plane overhead.
It was so low, that when he opened his eyes he could count the
whiskers on the pilot's chin.
He could smell the washing powder his wife had used on his
shirt, and hear the joke his co-pilot was telling:
"Why is it difficult to make tea for a camel?"
He asked again and again.
The pilot wasn't listening.
He was wondering why there were so many vultures below.
Too many for a coyote carcass.
He was wondering whether they'd found a hippo;
after all, they were only a few yards from the watering hole.
The man on the ground watched the two men in the sky as they
sat absorbed in their own worlds.
The pilot had by now stopped thinking about setting down the
plane and checking out the situation with the vultures.
"What do you say there?" he asked his co-pilot, scratching his
The plane became a dot and the world went black again.
The next time the man opened his eyes he was walking.
The pain had gone from his body. He was no longer tired and
thirsty. The sun seemed less overpowering. In the distance
he saw a road sign.
The man broke into a run.
As he got nearer he saw he had reached a desert petrol station.
He could see people around.
He was saved!
He burst into the petrol station shop and grabbed a can of
Coke from the fridge, gulping eagerly.
He noticed that the people there were the two pilots and
The girl looked up and smiled.
The men were arguing loudly.
"Is there a phone here?" He asked, finally relinquishing
the cola bottle.
The people began to laugh.
The woman got up and produced a mirror from her bag.
She thrust it into his face.
The adventurer sank to his knees.
His face was gone.
Pieces of black flesh hung from his cheek bones.
Maggots danced inside his eye sockets.
Vultures flapped around, fighting for the last of his flesh.
"I am dead." Said the traveller. "When did I die?"
He was losing his vision again.
This time he knew it would not return.
The woman placed her hand on his cock and began to rub.
He felt nothing.
As he faded away to nothing he heard one
of the men say, "They can never decide whether to have one
hump or two."