A Camels Drool Is Not to be Under Estimated.

Exercise: Write a short story using this weeks teaching ending with one of these three phrases.

“Their lips met.” OR “I want a divorce” OR “the phone went dead.”

    “My throat is seething from the dust in this dessert, Where are you?!” Nobody answered.

     Could sand or wind or mirages or a camel really answer in the heat of this wilderness? For 5 days Kodi had been walking though the Gobi desert with his camel Conchita, expelled from his home searching for the Kingoo tribe 300 miles to the east.

     “Conchita, why don’t you answer, my faithful friend in times like this why must you remain a camel with your stupid camel lips!?”

     He longed for companionship, but this harsh reality was slowly eating away at his own sanity. Hour after hour, minute after minute the sun slowly setting making the dunes appear even more red and hard then they already were. He had no more desire to live, no more hope, and worst of all he had no more water. Even the urine he was recycling with his little plastic distillation kit seemed to dry up. At last he stumbled off Conchita and fell hard into the sand. An unknown time went by and delusions past through his mind as he imagined a better time when he first met his wife, as he was coming back into consciousness he felt something moist in his mouth, drinking, what was he drinking, it had an awful odor but it gave him a new vitality he opened his eyes to see Conchita hovering over him with her fat drooling lips, alive because “their lips met.”