Frowning in the Desert

Standing atop a dune, he truly comprehended the connection between sand and glass. Tumbling, slipping and sliding his way up the miniature hill, he’d cut his shins and forearms on the stinging sand. His hands were scraped raw. There were tiny grains of sand – grains of glass? – inside every fold of his body, cutting and scraping away uncomfortably. It was incredible to him that such small flecks of matter could sting so much.

The desert was not his home. He never intended to make it one. In fact, he hoped that he would, very soon, be miles away from the place. The broken-down plane that lay some yards away seemed to mock him, telling him he would never find his home again. He’d tinker with the engine tomorrow; today, tonight, he couldn’t stand the thought of being defeated by a machine he’d mastered through long years of study. And to think that he could have been a painter!

The desert around him was too vast to contemplate. He knew he would go mad if he tried very hard. So he decided to accept it in chunks; that night, all he needed to accept was the discomfort of the sand in his body. Thirst, hunger, loneliness and despair – these he’d leave for the following days.

Sliding down the dune, he returned to the shadow of his plane. He didn’t notice the beauty in the fact that there was a shadow at nighttime, nor did he notice the stars that lit up the sky like the brightest Christmas trees back home. He didn’t think, yet, of the secrets that the desert might hold or the treasure implied in those secrets.

He also didn’t think of the boy who would wake him up when dawn came; he didn’t know anything about him yet. Although he hated grown-ups and refused to admit he was one, he never thought that night of the sheep he’d be drawing in the morning or of the rose he’d be introduced to. So much was in store for him as he lay down to sleep, rather hopelessly trying to brush sand off his hands, but at that moment he could only frown and begin to weep.

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4 thoughts on “Frowning in the Desert

  1. Loved this! Loved TLP, too, and it’s been so long since I read it I find it hard to compare, but Saint-Exupery wrote a parable that was mostly on the surface, not interior, right? And I always wondered about the interior workings of the characters who seemed so clean and simple on the surface. What a good idea to delve into those thoughts. I especially liked the bits about sand=glass.

  2. Erin M says:

    LOVE THIS.

    Ok, so at first, I was thinking “This reminds me of Le Petit Prince; I know Ilana mentioned a couple days ago that she liked the book . . .” (once again, apparently I totally skip post tags ^_^”) and then by the end, it was confirmed. =]

    I really, really loved the sand/glass part and him sliding down the dunes; I felt more ‘in the desert’ in this piece than I ever did in LPP. Beautiful descriptions.

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