>>104902016Alight, here's a few samples of it so far. Sorry for the comment mess.
The heat was unbearable today. Of course, the heat was always unbearable during the summer, but today was something else, as if this one singular day in June would be the day the sun would finally finish the job that humanity had begun long ago, and remove any traces of life left.
From where he could see, from where he lay on the dirty sweat-stained mattress he had been calling as a bed, he could see the desert sky, that blue, endless sky like some sort of cool, vast ocean of refreshing water lingering above him, melt into the backdrop of scarlet and orange, where the sun in all its hatefully precious light burned away the horizon into a flat, empty line. If he closed his eyes, and listened hard enough, he could hear the sounds of the desert, farther from the concept of the lifeless endless hell the traders told you.
The sound of hot air against creaking, ancient wood. The buzz of flies- bloatflies buzzing and gargling above the rotten carcass of a coyote, whose putrid stench danced along the current of baking heat. The scattering, the clicking of scorpions, their dog-sized pincers dragging through lush desert dunes as they crawled along. And if it was a good day, or perhaps it was a Tuesday or a Friday more often than not, he could hear the chatter, the drawl of English words or the harsh rapidness of Spanish, echo from the road, and on an even more lucky day, he could hear the sound of bullets and shells clinking against hot asphalt, the screams and shouts of the same English or Spanish, and even an unusual dialect of what could be described as a bastard language combined from Navajo and Mexican speak from the , or a horrible screech from whatever sort of wild animal that roamed the blasted highways nowadays.
But, today, today was unusually silent. So silent in fact, he could hear only the dull hum of the sun’s rays beaming through what little glass was left in the windows.
